Shell



Sun glint on foamy waves,
toes sifting sand as I walk.

The ocean whispers romance
in my ear.

I hear the echo of my name
in a large,
hollow,
beautiful shell.

Since you beckon me
my lovely shell,
I claim you for my own.

I fill you with my dreams of love,
and then hold you to my ear
to hear the words I never hear.

On the empty beach of working days,
we glide dreamily
down the shore
my shell
and I.

A seagulls cry
calls  me back
to the moment.

I look up
and there you are,
a face
I have not imagined in my dreams.

Your voice greets me
like a beautiful song
new to my ears.

We speak of the lovely day,
and begin to walk together talking.

You are of your own  and different mind,
yet
there is a comforting recognition in me
like
finding a much sought puzzle piece.

Our differing perspectives
spark no quarrell,
they cause
excitement,
and wonder
as they pour from our lips....

I cast the shell full of dreams
into the sea.

For it could
never
never
compare with
thee.

There Aint No Mo



NoMogram,

NoMograph,

NoMological,

NoMothetic,

some words in the dictionary begin with No  Mo,

besides these .......

there aint No Mo.

Ghost


I am the ghost
of humanity’s past.

I bear the sword of human bloodshed.

I cry the tears of sorrow
it brought upon us.

I wear the ornaments of vanity
yet
I wear the simple cloak
of humility.

I bear within my breast
the lion-hearted
and
the meek and gentle soul.

My mouth opens and bellows forth
the cry of war,
and in the next instant,
the echo of
the laughter of peace.

Upon my shoulder is perched,
a dove
the symbol of purity and righteousness,
and I have walked
 the straight and narrow path.

I have also ridden
the fast road to ruin,
hunted buy the hounds of hell.

I am drawn to the light
yet
fascinated by the darkness.

Tomorrow,
what yesterday
will I show you.

The answer is found
in the deeds
of today.

Humanity writes my story,
shining the light,
or tarnished with bloodstains.
This chapter is yours.

Aug 23, 2009 -- 7:42PM, mommy2two wrote:

wow, amy-

awesome piece. full of paradox and juxtaposition.  what other gems do you have squirrelled away over yonder????

m22( speaking of squirrel, do you know anyone who eats squirrel? apparently it is a desireable meat in this country>?)

 

hmm squirrel is one of the few things I haven't tried but I too have heard of people eating them.

and thanks for the compliment I'm kinda going out of order anymore after sarah had asked me to post some of my stuff from chapters nine and ten. there are a few more in there.

The Beautiful Ugliness



I am spirit bound to earthly life.

I am purity and perfection,
riddled with
humaness
and as such am beautiful.

I am beautiful as each glint of perfection
and
beautiful as every lovely flaw and weakness;

common to my kind
yet uniquely
my own.