Clams On Parade

This is a deep poem. It is deep because I use the word deep a few times.

Clams On Parade

Clams on parade go salty down

Slip into comas oceans

Before the waves come in as awkward

Shells crash on rocks awakening

Before the dawn they are alarmed

Drink in the moments fathomed

Investigate the currents of their ways

Those familiar with sand will understand

Clams stand erect at greater depths

Too deep to measure as they contemplate

Restraints imposed on them by muscles

Clamped mouths roll out tongues that fade

Closed tightly in smiles of tidal wonder

Clams hold on with one foot dangling

Granite works that way

Anchored to reality

Shell shock is all they’ve got

Must we wait for oyster logic?

Pressure sets in when air’s depleted

Mud is soft to the touch beneath

And cloudy when under tons of seas

Gathering objects in the dark

Can make it easy to forget

Oxygen is needed to catch your breath

Stationed on terrains already under way

Hard gray armies hang in unison

Oblivious to sights above the waves

Obviously sounds are drowned or muffled

Above, birds come to pry clams free

Not to set them free but crack them open

Interested only in sustenance for the day

To loose them from the rocks

To drop them from on high and call it lunch

The ocean waves goodbye in deep reflection

As the march of salty friends go down

Seas become deep in thought

But not deep enough for clams protection

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

brings a scene to mine ... maybe i get it from a movie or something ... but....i see hippies smoking a joint in a dim lit room .. sitting on the floor .. maybe on a couch ...and in reading this ... after just about every line there is a "Wow man ... wow! oh that's heavy ...wow!" ... everyone passing the joint would be in agreement .. nodding and imagining the deep ...:)))))))))) i guess i'll just clam up now ..
E.
ps. sure enjoyed the life of Mr. Clam and his ocean

[Earl Schumacker]

Hi E. Thanks. Glad you enjoyed it. Imagine if I did drugs. I don't even smoke or drink. Sometimes I smoke a cigar. This poem came from my "normal" mind....if there is such a thing. Have a great day. Earl

[Einstein Noodle]

ahahahaha oh your a dangerous one, you are! ;)