Michelle Mac Donald Poet Personification

Les Algues

Les Algues

I have no heart
Without a mind
I stand alone
Next to my kind.
Near rocky beds
I still survive
Dormant at night
Yet much alive.

I can hide many
Might save a few
With higher reach
A better view.
I have no sight
So cannot rave
I feel the sun 
I know the waves.

With current’s flow
I lose my grip
Float upward now
On foaming spit.
Shoreward bound
My fate decreed
Les algues de mer
French for seaweed. :)

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Paul Callus May 29, 2017 at 5:42 PM If not mistaken this is the first poem of yours that I'm reading, Michelle, and I am truly impressed. What a pity that fate decrees that all living things finally have to come to an end! ~ Regards // paul

Freddie Robinson Jr. May 15, 2017 at 2:19 PM Delightful personification poem, Michelle. A riveting write w/such rich and insightful musings of nature varied creations. Very creative and talented poetess you are. I would love to time travel w/you anywhere. You are such an intrepid guide dispensing wisdom in your poetic fun rides. A 7 all day long. Love and more love to you and yours. Michelle Mac Donald May 23, 2017 at 11:20 AM Thank you, Freddie! Long strands of kelp after an industrious tide made me think of this. If we could hear and understand the voices of nature, there would be an endless cacophony of sound.:)

Harry Horsman August 1, 2016 at 5:24 PM Hi, Michelle, love to read one's first poem posted here, and certainly not disappointed, amazing read just love this.. Michelle Mac Donald August 4, 2016 at 2:55 PM Thank you, Harry. I'd started posting poetry here in 2005, I'm trying to think which one had been the first. Most are time capsules, each with its very own timeline.

Shane Cooper February 15, 2015 at 11:08 PM You are so so gifted Mikki, I am instantly reminded of the old riddle game as I read this great poem. It just flows like magic from start to end. You are a true artist. love Shane xxx

Debbie Duncan December 30, 2014 at 12:17 AM Love it ;) Happy New Year !

Debbie Guzzi September 29, 2013 at 1:50 PM Hi there thanks so much for stopping by my verses! Hope all is well with you and that you don't ever feel as sad as this sounds. Light & Love

Jon A Cavanaugh November 19, 2012 at 9:55 PM Another incredible poem. And such a great subject to write about. I haven't read many of your poems but I have loved them all.

Justin Bordner August 20, 2012 at 4:20 PM For me this poem is pleasently abstract Mikki - I do find the structure appealing - In a way this poem reminds me of being miniscule, realizing that I may determine my value and enhance it with the aid of Deity & Providence - J.A.B. %

Daver Austin July 23, 2012 at 12:41 PM Seems to me I've seen this one before, yes? You have brought seaweed to life, then condemned it to death. Aint that just like life, though. The question is posed - what is the meaning of life? Congrats on the selection. daver

Nathan D. July 14, 2012 at 1:12 AM very awesome poem i love the last two lines which is even funnier cuz i was watching the episode of spongebob squarepants where plankton steals a crabby patty and is going to find out the seceret ingredient by dropping it into a machine and the first thing he drops in the machine to test is seaweed. dots abound Michelle Mac Donald August 16, 2025 at 1:59 PM Thank you for your kind comment! Always something shaking with those characters living under The sea. I heard Patrick got food poisoning from those ludicrous toxic clam paddles, that Mr Crab character, had better tidy up his ship! He could lose many of his phishy looking clientel, what d think of all. This,

Gwendolen Song July 13, 2012 at 1:08 PM Holy smokes I loved the "flow" of this exquisite french seaweed! At first it caught me off guard to be reading of such topics, but this is what makes great poetry...You became ONE with it and convinced me that it's not so bad for these simple-celled plants! Very nice write, Michelle! Loved the simple and short rhyme..gwendolen

Debbie Guzzi July 13, 2012 at 11:41 AM Yes my sweetie I can see how you would relate to the seaweed BUT even the seaweed IS rooted GROUNDED and you are too alone floating between your ears, find SOMETHING that gives you purpose!! PS GREAT writting! Light & Love

David Williams July 13, 2012 at 2:16 AM Mikki, enjoyed this a lot, great flow and rhythm, thanks fro your kind comments..David

Sara Kendrick July 12, 2012 at 8:28 AM Enjoyed reading this morn..Creative and expressive work..I am glad that I chose this one to read today..I see that you must have removed your work because I know that you had more on here at one time..Thanks for stopping by..Your presence at my work was uplifting..Sara

Carol Sunshine Brown July 11, 2012 at 12:07 PM It was such a pleasure to read your poetry today Michelle. I hope to be able in the next few weeks to find the time and energy to read and comment. May you walk through the garden of inspiration and continue to write and share your poetry with us. Love, Carol

Keith Bickerstaffe July 11, 2012 at 7:55 AM Lovely rhyming and flow, Mikki! Marvelous imagery, too... I hope you will stick around, for a while, at least! Love, Keith :))

Andrea Dietrich July 10, 2012 at 8:57 PM I see YOU wrote a symbol poem too. I would not have guessed its meaning if you had not said at the end what it was. this is very well crafted. Much enjoyed.

Andrea Dietrich July 10, 2012 at 8:55 PM on my poem you commented on: not spinster aunt, but Aunt "flo" haha. maybe you already got that!! I am very happy to see you have posted something. Now let me take a read!!

Don Johnson July 10, 2012 at 6:14 PM a drifter on me horse i'm told, go with the flow the mind, uncontrolled, good on yer sister...