Gathering thoughts like seashells

Want to keep you in my pocket…

Gathering thoughts like seashells

Wanting to keep you in my pocket…

 

Words are tokens of a promise

Discovered in the sands’ secrets…

 

Feeling you here, precious reminder

Of our love that dances like waves…

 

Hope is my keepsake held inside

Ocean’s treasure as I fly to you…

 

Drifting days I’m counting down

Your smiles are my souvenirs...

Reviews

[David Scott]

Life is so much like this poem. You have penned a treasure to be found on the pages of the WC. Yet these words are more than fragments of a creation glittering with possibilities. You give a write so open and in touch with the human experience as to provide a temporary home for a searching soul.
Thank you for this gift. Your light shines brightly here.

[An owl on the moon]

I just about missed your wonderfully kind words my friend! Thank you! May you always walk in the depth and wonder of pure light.

[Karmee]

Such a wonderfully lovely write,
Ever so sincere. awesome

[An owl on the moon]

I really appreciate you reading my poetry, Kitseth.

[thetish]

How lovely. Makes my soul smile. Thank you.

[An owl on the moon]

Very glad my words could make you smile. :)

[Urja Gokani]

amazingly written keep it up :)

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you for your kindness! :)

[Urja Gokani]

welcome : )

[LastMonth]

I very rarely comment on such short reviews.
Not because I think one cannot speak their mind and emotions without filling pages up,
It's just, I rarely find something to say about it.
Sometimes I just smile, shrug and move on to the next piece or whatever it is that I'm doing.

But here I felt the need to stop.
'Gathering thoughts like little seashells'.
That's a gorgeous line. It attracted me here both in the tilte and the first sentence.
Not only you've turned thoughts into an object one could pick up and hold, you've chosen one of the most oddly coveted ones.

Seashells aren't expensive or gorgeous like gold, diamonds and sapphires.
Yet as kids, we also wanted to collect them. There was a humble beauty to them. An almost innocent desire to keep something that is pretty, simple and worthless. Almost like thoughts.

The rest of the poem is pretty good, and I could likely go all day breaking into meanings and such, but I'd just read too much into it.

Thank you very much for a wonderful poem.

[An owl on the moon]

I so deeply appreciate your comments, my friend. My mom was born in a port city of Oregon, and so I have always loved the sea... loved seashells... everything to do with the sand and waves and life there. So yes, there is a tender, extravagant joy in the simplest shells. Maybe we find the child still in us when we collect them now, as we do other wondrous things in our world. May your life be filled with blessed, beautiful things always.

[LastMonth]

Keep on writing friend, that's a start.

[Sonia Walker]

Lovely poem. An excellent mental escape to the sea and all it has to offer.
~ Sonia

[An owl on the moon]

Sonia, so good to have you by again! I miss the sea so much, but do have a shell from my mother always handy. :)

[Jess]

Brilliant. You paint a vivid image. Very creative.

[An owl on the moon]

I appreciate your very kind, lifting words. :)

[TL Boehm]

a lovely gentle romantic write. Your smiles are my souvenirs. Blissful writing.

[An owl on the moon]

What a joy to have you here again! So appreciate you. :)

[Rye]

Hope is my keepsake held inside
Ocean’s treasure as I fly to you…

Such wonderful, sincere words, really enjoy reading your writes.
You hold one wonderful creative pen. Keep writing always.

[An owl on the moon]

Wishing I had more than mere thanks for you, dear poet. Appreciate your kindness, and wishing you a world of endless joy and inspiration. :)