Curves of a Seashell

I clip the past like fingernails down the drain 

as they swirl into a crescent like the moon in the sky 

when we laid side by side. 

My nails were safe in the palm of your hands 

as our ears danced like the faint starlight 

in the sky. 

What we had is now stuck in a shell, 

a shell I pull towards my ear aimlessly hoping I’ll hear 

your voice between the pounding waves of the ocean. 

But the truth crashed down as the thumping sound 

was only my blood flowing and your voice 

was only my head racing. 

The shell was no such thing as it crumbled and fell to the sand

with the waves pulling it back to the sea 

like it was never meant to be.

You’re the shell capturing sounds 

and echoing them while waves crash past 

and break me away. 

You collect the scattered tunes 

on the shoreline to be 

hung on a thread. 

A necklace of songs that make up your being 

delicately decorating my sandy skin as 

waves wash away the salt in my eyes.

Author's Note

It's formatted in this way to show the three different views of the shell. The first 2 stanzas placed in the center reflect the setting and introduction of what is about to happen. The 3 stanzas on the left reflect the ignorance or blind thought of what was once thought to be true of the shell. The last 3 stanzas on the right reflect a different viewpoint of the shell where the shell is seen as something beautiful. The title of this poem means the curves of a seashell and how on each curve a new thought is present. I hope that makes sense.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The sea is my favorite place. I like how you capture places and the sound of the sea. I enjoyed the journey and the thoughts in the poem. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Salman Y.]

This is really awesome, I love the last stanza so much. I could picture the whole scenario so vividly.

[Rasha Lama]

thanks so much xx