Do shells turn into sand?
Shaped & shifted
by the vast expanse of
the ever moving sea.
Monotonous,
lonesome:
the unending stretch of coastline.
Interminable flat grey line
merging mistily with the sky.
A rolling behemoth,
a naughty child
refusing to remain
still, quiet, unmoving.
The relentless,
nauseating motion
goes on.
If the sea was my end,
would I still exist like
shells become sand?
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Author:
rebmasters (
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Another beautifully exquisite poem Rebs
Thank you my friend
I really like the philosophical angle
you've weaved into this poem
that those hardened shells, evolved
to withstand the brutal force
of Nature's endless tears, may someday
succumb, to the sands of Time;
and that metaphorical connection, between
the defences people cultivate
to survive life's chaos, only to find ourselves
trapped in our cocoon of loneliness
hoping that the passing of time, will free us
back into those sands, where
eventually we all end-up, entwined together...
what a brilliantly unique perspective of life
wonderfully executed, a Great read!
Thank you x
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