Shells

Photo by:  Lauren G.  Google Images

shells of hue from
bold byzantium,
blushed pinks
to flaxen ginger
 
shells collected
throughout the years
 
seashore alive
with endless riches,
intimacy with
nature had
us transfixed
by the splendor
 
laughing gulls and tiny
blur-legged pipers with
low-swoop-diving pelicans,
and sightseeing dolphins

terns and crabs and
skeletons of fishes
on inexhaustible beaches
of diminutive coquina
laid crushed by the millions
 
starfish,
sand dollars,
sea urchins
and us
 
floating, bobbing
in the warm, waving gulf
 
my heart was sated
those days on Captiva
 
a distant, hazy dream
recalled…
of carefree days
exploring that island
 
now departed,
by a placid,
slow demise,
no longer I
entwined with you

hollow shells where once love grew

Photo:  Google Images; Heron on Captiva Island

Natasha Head tends the pub bar tonight at dVerse Poets:  http://dversepoets.com/2012/09/25/openlinknight-week-63/  Everyone is welcome to join in with a poem to share.

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  1. Oh! This was full of so many lovely images, Gayle. It made me remember my own beach-combing days on vacations to Sanibel Island or Whidbey Island (two very different beaches with very different “leavings”) 🙂

    “now departed,
    by a placid,
    slow demise…
    hollow shells where once love grew” <— I love how the poem builds to this metaphor. So many times love does slowly erode, like the ocean washing away the beach…sad. On the other hand, I liked the picture of the heron very much!

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    • Loved those times on Sanibel, Captiva and Ft. Myers…I love the gulf waters! Yes, it’s so true…before you know it you wonder what happened to those close times with one another…drifting apart. I’m not so sure we’re meant to stay with one person for ever! I liked that photo too…such a beautiful bird..enjoying the sunset.. 🙂

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  2. What a unique way to intertwine ocean life with that of love and how we become connected but just as easily drift apart.

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    • I thought of drifting in the ocean and how before you know it you’ve moved far beyond where you first started out. Can happen with relationships too it seems. Thanks for coming by.

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  3. I have very fond memories of Sanibel Island — when there wasn’t much there (in the early ’70s)!! Love seashell and driftwood adventures. Thank you for sharing!

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    • My parents would go and camp on the beach there back in the 50s…when there really wasn’t much there. 🙂 I loved the shells that they brought home. Some of my happiest memories are from there.

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  4. As i read this I was picturing myself walking along the beach picking those
    ver pretty and colorful shells with the morning sun rising to create a new and
    spectacular day.This poem painted a lovely day.

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    • I can’t get enough of those beautiful gulf beaches and those treasured shells that I find there. Thanks, Izzy.

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  5. Beautifully descriptive, Gayle, and the last time touched my heart!

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  6. oy what an emotional punch there in the end…the shell empty of life as your love…esp in contrast to the beauty of the moments shared…was loving the beach imagery…smiles. felt.

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  7. So much can be learned from studying/thinking about sea shells. A very thought provoking work.

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  8. Powerful imagery. Love can and does sometimes end as empty, hollow shells. We drift apart so much without even realising it at times too. Loved this. I have a couple of decorated sand dollars from Coral Springs Florida. Amazed I got them all the way back to Canada without breaking them 🙂
    Sad but lovely poem

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    • Yes, it is amazing that you got them all the way back home without breaking them…they can be so fragile…I keep one in a shallow bowl…try not to touch it much. 🙂

      It is hard to part with someone…but sometimes it’s best…

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  9. Sad when love dies.. Beautiful images here, love it.

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  10. How utterly beautiful ~ and how incredible, finally, as a metaphor for love lost

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  11. Such beautifully penned memories, and sad end…..

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  12. This is a lovely metaphor. It works so well, as we generally find shells after then are empty of the critters who make their homes in them. You have a delicate touch with this – sad and wistful.

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  13. A thoughtful, engaging, beautifully captured journey that broke my heart. Wonderful!

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  14. beautifully composed and love the shell imagery.

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