Oyster Shells Poem by Hans Ostrom

Oyster Shells

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(near Hoodsport, Washington)

Otters, people, and seabirds covet
the plump valved purse
inside the casing, so every tide
leaves a pale gray rubble

of pillaged oyster shells,
which look like shards
of cloud that fell and
hardened. Exterior:

rough sculpted, abstract,
ruffled at the edges
like concrete lace.
Some shells still embrace

a stone, creating a tactile
drama of inanimate passion.
It might remind us
that nature's an agony.

Oyster shells seem to ask
to be rescued and given value
in an economy. We pick some
up and carry them around a

while. They're fascinating
and worthless.


hans ostrom 2017

Monday, August 14, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: beach,sea
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kumarmani Mahakul 14 August 2017

This is amazingly described about observation brought up in beach or sea. Oyster shells seem to ask to be rescued and given value. In economy they should have place. Wisely penned poem is shared here.10

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Hans Ostrom 14 August 2017

Thank you very much, sir.

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