Shells
By Rambler
The child found the shells of locusts Anchored to backyard trees And spied the shells of floral seeds Floating lazily on the breeze He pressed a shell of aquatic life Against his listening ear To hear the sound of a whispering ocean Beneath the waves so clear The man found the shells of broken dreams Sobbing quietly within his breast And spied the shells of relationships As they drew their dying breathes He pressed the shell of his unexamined life Against his cardiac ear And sat down astonished that one so jaded Had gotten from there to here Then he remembered the shells of his youth How though empty, yet were full How he could have drawn From the same well of truth If he hadn't short-changed his soul So he stifled the voice of quicksand lure That said, "You don't have what it takes" And proceeded to put his house in order As his shell filled up with faith Written February 26th, 2002 © on Feb 26 2002 03:06 AM PST, Bruce Newman 18 • 0 • 12
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"The child found the shells of locusts..."