Shellf Life
Sitting in the sand under the warmth of a summer sky
The sound of crashing waves lingers nearby
Soaking in the rays examining the shell
Thinking of the days I tumbled through hell
Shiny and vibrant once upon a time
Faded, smoothed and broken now, by the ocean brine
Carried thousands of miles by current and by tide
Lying here reflecting, it was one hell of a ride
Through sands friction and the waters flow
Carrying me to places I never thought I’d go
All of life is an ocean with its mystery to tell
Until it deposits us on the beach, a broken shell
Chipped and worn, I lie here thinking is this how it ends
Collected by a collector, now on a shelf with my new friends
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Comments3
That's a lovely write of going through a bad time, but coming out the other side starting a fresh, enjoyed the read
Thank You, Tobani. Very appreciated.
You are very welcome
Clever title and the poem itself is very nicely written with rhyme and good meter. A metaphor as well and a lesson to teach. Loved it
Soren, I knew you would catch the Title word play. Thank you for your kind words and thoughts they are always appreciated.
Brings to mind the shells 🐚 hermit crabs vacate and move into, they would have a sort of shellf life. 🙏🏻🕊️
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