Pocketful Of Shells Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

Pocketful Of Shells

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The beaches recently were sadly lacking
In shells once generously spread around
So on that seaside day I was not seeking
Those little trifles on the sandy ground

The sky was much too blue in rapt suspension
The water ominous with dangers held
While round my toes in clinging aspiration
Hot sand burned with a silicon-like weld

Below the garish carnival umbrellas
Brown lazy bodies languished near the surf
Two squealing girls cavorted like Capellas
On summer's stage - their day of soon lost mirth

Had I not once been young - a beach bound beauty
Finding a love quite handsome in black curls
Had he not left me like forsaken booty
To pirate other seas with other girls?

Those days gone by I dared not to remember
When waves and arms were filled with golden shells
Then in the evening next to low lit embers
The surf drowned out our fervor's fondest yells

As aimlessly I trod the curving coastline
A strip of odd white beckoned me to stare
As if from yester-year's abandoned goldmine
Innumerable shells were scattered there

I quickly bent and picked them - often falling
Until my pockets threatened soon to tear
'A thief, a scavenger, ' someone was calling
But all around me were just silent stares

Tonight the full moon lights my wooden doorway
Where lies my bounty spread like little bells
Though love and youth are fleeting in a sad way
I'll always keep my pocketful of shells.

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