Partially embedded in the sand,
a nautilus, chambered, broken
perhaps by driftwood or a foot,
carelessly trod until the crunch
was heard. Pieces glisten
in their sheen; the sound of the sea
fractured yet still identifiable.
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Photography by Petr Kratochvil via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
7 comments:
even fractured it still carries the sounds of its birthing...lovely little capture...
and hey i hear good things on the sequel to your book...
I would "LIKE" Brian's comment, if this were Facebook. Alas.
Glynn, your writing is phenomenal. Thank you for sharing your gift with this world.
Elegantly written, my friend! Beautiful!
I love that last line. It can apply to so many things.
Savored every word of this, Glynn. Just beautiful.
fractured
and
glistening
Word choice,word choice,word choice.it's what makes poetry glistening. Well done.
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