Seashell Lost Poem by Michelle Kafka

Seashell Lost

Rating: 5.0


Under the low sinking sun, pink sky with dabs of blue, a shell of great value to me.
Mysterious, affluent, and more expressed than the shell beside.
Purple and gold in colour it’s rather rare.
I blink my eye and in a mere moment ’tis gone.
I lost it to a seagull that accidentally thought it was food.
I’m in erratic despair!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Aziz Alkaabi 07 August 2009

This is nice and I really miss Canada.

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Michelle Kafka 07 August 2009

Awww Aziz come back and visit when you can. Sometimes the words just come to me and sometimes I need to find that little bit of inspiration. Penning poetry is very personal and spiritual. Thanks for the comments.

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Ted M 13 August 2009

The colorful way you express makes me long for those shells. Lovely rhyme, nice poetry.............10+++

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Nathaniel Flying Owl 12 January 2010

This is well written. It expresses the strong respect most of mankind has for the ocean, and I love that appreciation for things loved and lost.

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Michelle Kafka 04 September 2009

Thanks for the comment and vote Louis.

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Louis Rams 03 September 2009

beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, which tends to make us wiser and OLDER. very well written, and i see it through your eyes. a ten

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Patrick A. Martin 16 August 2009

Them pesky seagulls strike again! They sure know their artwork one day I'm going to find their gallery.

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Afzal Shauq 15 August 2009

I blink my eye and in a mere moment ’tis gone. I lost it to a seagull that accidentally thought it was food. I’m in erratic despair! sweet poem again in only 6 lines but inside a long colorful and lovely roantic way written story..I really liked this too, , means you are doing good and writing sweet poems..well done

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