EU STRESS


The Voice Of A White Conch-Shell - Poem by EU STRESS

I was an evacuated, white conch-shell
Cast ashore by dashing tidal waves;

Battered and bruised by splintering surfs,
I lied – exhausted
Beneath rocky crevices
In silent neglect and insignificance -
For a century.
Until you, my saviour
Picked me up from zilch,
And kissed life into my voice again.

Ever since,
I have whispered your glory
While nursing many a forsaken heart,
That suffused its senses
Into the inebriating echoes of my enigma,
To indulge in the tranquil sonata of the ocean.
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Inspired by:

Song of the Wave (from Tears and Laughter) by Kahlil Gibran:

The strong shore is my beloved
And I am his sweetheart.
We are at last united by love, and
Then the moon draws me from him.
I go to him in haste and depart
Reluctantly, with many
Little farewells.

I steal swiftly from behind the
Blue horizon to cast the silver of
My foam upon the gold of his sand, and
We blend in melted brilliance.

I quench his thirst and submerge his
Heart; he softens my voice and subdues
My temper.
At dawn I recite the rules of love upon
His ears, and he embraces me longingly.

At eventide I sing to him the song of
Hope, and then print smooth hisses upon
His face; I am swift and fearful, but he
Is quiet, patient, and thoughtful. His
Broad bosom soothes my restlessness.

As the tide comes we caress each other,
When it withdraws, I dropp to his feet in
Prayer.

Many times have I danced around mermaids
As they rose from the depths and rested
Upon my crest to watch the stars;
Many times have I heard lovers complain
Of their smallness, and I helped them to sigh.

Many times have I teased the great rocks
And fondled them with a smile, but never
Have I received laughter from them;
Many times have I lifted drowning souls
And carried them tenderly to my beloved
Shore. He gives them strength as he
Takes mine.

Many times have I stolen gems from the
Depths and presented them to my beloved
Shore. He takes them in silence, but still
I give fro he welcomes me ever.

In the heaviness of night, when all
Creatures seek the ghost of Slumber, I
Sit up, singing at one time and sighing
At another. I am awake always.

Alas! Sleeplessness has weakened me!
But I am a lover, and the truth of love
Is strong.
I may be weary, but I shall never die.
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Poem Edited: Wednesday, June 18, 2008


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