louis rams

Rookie - 619 Points (09/13/1943 / new york city)

******************Empty Sea Shells*************9/8/79


i asked the LORD up above
to protect the woman that i love.
but as he would have it be
he took that woman away from me.

he left me feeling empty and shallow
as a sea shell upon a shore.
with the hopes of 'being once more'.

and as the tide came up on the beach.
there my love was within my reach.
the sand pulling out from under me
as i longed to be set free.

i rolled myself upon my back
never giving up hope
never giving up slack.

i finally reached that watery shore
to return to my love forever more.

Submitted: Tuesday, September 01, 2009

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Comments about this poem (******************Empty Sea Shells*************9/8/79 by louis rams )

  • Rookie Sandra Fowler (9/5/2009 10:09:00 PM)

    The sad music flows throughout the elegiac lines
    of this one.A very mysterious and lovely poem.

    Kind wishes,

    Sandra (Report) Reply

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