Treasure Island

Michelle Kafka

(Manitoba, Canada)

Seashell Lost


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!

Submitted: Thursday, July 30, 2009

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  • Nathaniel Flying Owl (1/12/2010 6:51:00 PM)

    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. (Report) Reply

  • Louis Rams (9/3/2009 8:08:00 PM)

    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 (Report) Reply

  • Patrick A. Martin (8/16/2009 9:04:00 PM)

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

  • Afzal Shauq (8/15/2009 3:25:00 AM)

    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 (Report) Reply

  • Ted M (8/13/2009 10:14:00 PM)

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

  • Michelle Kafka (8/7/2009 8:42:00 PM)

    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. (Report) Reply

  • Kee Thampi (7/30/2009 11:06:00 PM)

    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.
    poetry is a glorious effort to write godly (Report) Reply

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