Crab Shells And Kipling Poem by Edmund V. Strolis
Crab Shells And Kipling
In a world seeking recognition.
I am who I am.
In a mass of humanity in need of definition
I am who I am.
A thousand screens and apps wont tell you
Who you need to be
A GPS or social calendar can't guide you
To where you need to be.
Insecurity masquerading behind the latest trend
Well isn't that a pity?
False bravado or guilt laced humility.
It's all a bore to me.
I will build a raft of books to read.
I will dry them on the shore.
Leave me on my island upon a forgotten sea.
And I will ask for nothing more.
Two palms, a hammock, my books and me.
The sea birds circling, the rhythmic shore.
The crystal milky way unveiled to see.
Crab shells and Kipling forever more.
Such a beautiful poem and an equally beautiful picture, Edmund! Hammocks between two palm trees, facing the sea and the sky, is a vision of heaven on earth. And a book of Kipling to read! How wonderful! Truly enjoyed the imagery the poem created!
LOVE this poem! The idea of turning off all the outward messages and looking inward to know who you truly are... And accepting and being comfortable with it... Is beautiful and FREEING. This is a lovely, honest write. And I love the imagery and crab shells and Kipling? Perfect! ! :)
Speaking of islands I treasure your reviews! It just now occurred to me that you would love the crab shells reference as I think of your poet poems! Maybe I plagiarized sub consciously! If so, I make no apologies but extend a thanks!
And the line, 'I will build a raft of books to read/ I will dry them on the shore.... Beautiful!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Ah Wonderful! ! especially the last two verses The solitude and beauty this poem is home to me I too would ask for nothing more Edmund Full marks