Shells And Stones And Sea Glass Poem by Lois Read

Shells And Stones And Sea Glass



I pick up
shells and stones and sea glass
wave-glazed and glossy still
on early morning beach walks
add them to those
from yesterday
which sit, shine gone
at home upon the shelf.

It seems each walk
must be remembered, marked
with pockets full of evidence
as though the moving moment
will slip out of reach
without
at tangible talisman.

Yet once the luster leaves
the sea gloss dries
the sweet kiss of salt air
has left my cheek
the pile becomes
just stones, and bits of glass
something to dust around.

Well then let us make a pact
to savor shells and glass in situ
with every other shining thing
like angel wings and fleeting loves.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Patti Masterman 29 September 2011

Absolutely gorgeous, thank you for this! It made my day. I am exactly the same, I have to take a rock souvenir home, everywhere I go (or more than one) everywhere I have lived are remnants of me and the places I wandered. This is a keeper poem.

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