COLLECTING SEA SHELLS
the child in the cave so
tender alone in the
haze
she traipsed about as if deranged in those high heel shoes of her Mother’s
she would fling her cape around her as if for protection
from
the cold
she sustained she posture for just so long before she exchanged it for
something
more real
she dropped the chains that
held her there
no longer the little girl she
was
she emerged as
the full grown woman
that
she had become
still there were times she
could become enflamed
the wounds still raw seething under the repairs
amazing how one carries it
all never forgets
like the marks on the stones burned
in a fire so long ago
a history written never
erased shoved forward
thrown on the shore
December 5, 2014
8 comments:
How I resonate with "like the marks on the stones burned in a fire so long ago." How we do carry our history with us. Loved this one, Annell. I smiled at the little girl in high heels traipsing about "as if deranged."
What a powerful piece Annell...I guess like a beach we are a mix of history and possibility...worn down but holding on tightly to the rhythm of the waves...I could picture that girl and the woman she became...i think she is quite brilliant xo
Dropping the chains is so important to becoming who we really are. Some of us manage to do it, and some of us don't. Thankfully, the protagonist of your poem is one of the former.
A Whirl with Benjamin
Love this write, Annell. I believe you have found your signature stroke as a poet. This form forces the reader to speak it as it was written and that is not a small accomplishment. This is a Universal tale of Everywoman...
Elizabeth
I particular luv the ending, where the history although written in the sand becomes indelible from the the powers of the hands of the poet
Have a nice Sunday
Much love...
no longer the little girl she was
she emerged as the full grown woman
There will be the moment of life changing terms that govern the progress of the youngsters. Parents are the ones who need adjustments! Great lines annell!
Hank
You're a writer? Cool shoes. Me, too (kinda, sorta). I know for a fact, however, you gotta whole lotta intelligence behind those two ears, girl; thus, I wanna give you my finite existence: to intrinsically value the Great Beyond which I’ve learned to appreciate, to visualize the fundamental reality of infinity is why I‘m here for a teeny-weeny amount of time. Looky here...
Precisely why I had our ‘philanthropic + epiphany’ (=so much to give + vision): wanna see a perfectly cognizant, fully-spectacular, Son-ripened-Heaven?? … yet, I’m not sure if we're on the same page if you saw what I saw. Greetings, earthling. Because I was an actual NDE on the outskirts of the Great Beyond at 15 yet wasn’t allowed in, lemme share with you what I actually know Seventh-Heaven’s Big-Bang’s gonna be like: meet this advanced, bombastic, ex-mortal Upstairs for the most juvenile-lip-service, ultra-groovy, picturesque-paradox, pleasure-beyond-measure, Ultra-Yummy-Reality-Addiction in the Great Beyond for a BIG-ol, kick-some-ass, party-hardy, robust-N-risqué-passion you DO NOT wanna miss the sink-your-teeth-in-the-smmmokin’-hot-deal enveloping, engulfing our catch-22-excitotoxins. Cya soon, girl…
Loved the end lines...
soulfully I stare at nothing
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