Poetry / Shells

Life is the ocean and the shore,
Powerful, boundless, beautiful.
Rising and falling in a regular pattern,
Its lovely dance remains unique:
No two sunrises are ever the same.

You and I in this ocean are small shells,
Fragile, countless, miniscule.
Sinking and surfacing at different times,
Our small dance inside the dance persists:
Moved without moving and found without finding.

Love is the chaos of a trillion shells moving,
Infinite, common, random.
Finding and parting through timeless chaos,
The shortest dance’s steps can be very hard to learn:
But two shells thrown together is knowledge enough.

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June 07, 2008

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This is a beautiful and whimsical thought you have developed here. It is powerful and vast. I love the rising and falling when associated with the ocean and its hypnotizing effect. I would not change a thing.

In the second paragraph I thought of the “small shells” and the ants I usually aquaint with people compared with the entire size of the world. I would change the sentence: ”our small dance…” I think you could use a better describing word for even though small, it is a significant and independent dance connected to our lives.

Beautiful! Imagine it!
Love is the chaos of a trillion shells moving,

But two shells thrown together is knowledge enough.

You have written a magnificent piece here and I advise seeking publication for it. Please notify me if you make any changes and thank you for the opportunity!