Ocean buzzing with murmurs,
she picks up a shell embedded within the grit
of a googleplex of grains plus one.
Her mind spirals into the bone as she searches
for the answers to her problem.
She doesn't care why she is here—
or how she will go.
Her life has been no lullaby.
The sun falls down below the line of waves
and she walks in with her secrets,
swallows ocean, begins whorling
into a shell.
Maybe it's stories like that that we hear when we put sea shells to our ears...? Interesting mood poem. I love the google pled of grains plus one.
Interesting poem leaving us with questions about secrets and resolution. There is so much metaphor here and the unresolved ending. Liked it.
A beautifully told tale. Is she a mermaid? it makes one wonder. particularly like her mind spirals into the bone.... Great piece 10 ++
Thanks for your comment Paul. This was a mood poem written after reading the poem Fusiturricula Lullaby by Gjertrud Schnakenberg. Her poem is momentous and tackles the concept of creation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
After reading googleplex of grains, I related to how one begins to search a specific subject and winds up being totally absorbed and spiralled into worlds of another. Which is also said of paths, life and rebirth experiences. The search is eventful and exciting...what will we see there? This soul sounds weary, and has surrendered to her journey. A lovely write that gave a raft of philosophical thoughts.