John Anderson Poet Free verse

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Collecting Seashells

Seashells pave the beach
ground grit is the sand
like old clothes in the opportunity shop
   forlorn shells an adornment of remnant remains.
As I walk I cherry-pick
the shells with bright colors
with appealing shapes and patterns
   whole shells, complete with smooth entire edges.
But my choice is riddled with guilt
for choosing only the best and brightest 
well-decorated headstones
   to adorn my shelves, at home.

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Heidi Sands June 19, 2018 at 4:46 PM So nice John! I love to collect shells and rocks. Thanks for sharing this beauty :)

Jan Allison June 19, 2018 at 3:43 PM what a touching poem John, As a child I used to love collecting shells when we were on holiday, one of my treasures was a sea urchin shell we got in Norway, sadly it got broken many many years later. I love poems about the sea and beach - we don't have many shells on our beach but I do collect the odd one:-) love that final stanza - the feeling of guilt of taking the choice 'shells' is something we can all relate to at one time or another:-) hugs jan xx

Anne-Lise Andresen June 19, 2018 at 3:12 PM - My pockets or bags are always full of shells or little stones after a walk on the beach ... they are so beautiful - Lovely poem, John - hugs // Anne-Lise :)