The silence of the waves,
Sends happy chills down my spine.
A talk or two with my friend "Jack",
Who warms me inside;
But yet I am still cold
And fragile on the outside.
I find peace, love, and
Then I grasp the moment.
I hold it well within
The trembling hands of morning.
The warmth of her body,
The bitter scent of vodka,
And the sweet taste of her lips,
This and more breathing life
Into this dead body.
I tremble with utter fear
As I embrace a new experience.
And in the next moments to pass—
I smile—
Sends happy chills down my spine.
A talk or two with my friend "Jack",
Who warms me inside;
But yet I am still cold
And fragile on the outside.
I find peace, love, and
Then I grasp the moment.
I hold it well within
The trembling hands of morning.
The warmth of her body,
The bitter scent of vodka,
And the sweet taste of her lips,
This and more breathing life
Into this dead body.
I tremble with utter fear
As I embrace a new experience.
And in the next moments to pass—
I smile—
For something has filled me,
Warmed my soul,
Held my body,
And protected me from the
Danger in the night's jagged mouth.
I sit, now praying for
These arms to never leave me.
I pray to be lifted away
From those perilous sharks,
The ones that await me
Beneath love's grasp.
I am but a shell on the beach.
Hold me with care,
For I am fragile.
Warmed my soul,
Held my body,
And protected me from the
Danger in the night's jagged mouth.
I sit, now praying for
These arms to never leave me.
I pray to be lifted away
From those perilous sharks,
The ones that await me
Beneath love's grasp.
I am but a shell on the beach.
Hold me with care,
For I am fragile.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I penned "A Shell on the Beach" at age 20, capturing a pivotal moment in my young adult life. This poem reflects the intense emotions of first love and the vulnerability of opening oneself to deep connection. Inspired by our first weekend away together as a couple with my then-girlfriend (now my wife for a couple of decades), it explores themes of emotional intimacy, trust, and the subconscious awareness of personal struggles. Looking back, I'm struck by the emotional maturity and self-awareness embedded in these lines. The imagery of the beach and the sea serves as a metaphor for the vast, sometimes turbulent landscape of young love and self-discovery. The reference to "Jack" and "vodka" hints at coping mechanisms I was beginning to recognize, even if I didn't fully understand their implications at the time. This poem stands as a testament to the power of vulnerability in both art and love. It reminds me of the journey I've taken, the growth I've experienced, and the enduring connection that began on that significant weekend so many years ago.
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