David Smalling Poet Verse

Memorials

My father's bone is in his grave
My mother's bone the same
But your bones battered by the wave
Are found in children's game

They collect them for their colors
The nearest thing to pearl
A child may own; time murmurs
Against our sandy world

Mollusk shrines and cockle shells
It's all your kingdom leaves
And evening with purples spells
O heart that ever grieves.

The year is run, many gone
I shall not see again
Still will come a new dawn
Till then I keep my pain.

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Doris Culverhouse December 30, 2010 at 6:39 AM very imaginative work....enjoyed reading today and thanks for your comments!!

James Marshall Goff December 29, 2010 at 6:14 PM The clam shells I like the best are found along the upper Mississippi on the Wisconsin side near "Fountain City" thick, pink "mother of pearl"...highly collectable, but rare, now that the "zebra mussels" have invaded (I wrote a poem here, "the 3-hump clam") original, cool poem, and thanks for the kind comment on L'naas's tribute poem!!! jimbo

Crystal Wilkins December 29, 2010 at 5:45 AM There is a certain beauty within death but it is obscured by mourning and sorrow, you have found it beautifully. I am sorry about the pain you feel over your parents. Thank you, anybody who writes poetry as beautifully as you do is a friend I would like to have, another very well written poem. Have a very happy new year Crystal~X~

Sara Kendrick December 28, 2010 at 5:15 PM Yes, I to have those remains of clams, mollusk..Enjoy looking at them and their delicate colors..By their death I can see beauty and also caress that beauty..I am sorry to learn of your father's death..Mine has been dead for thirteen years and I still miss him and mother..I was so delighted that you received something from reading my work..Sara

Andrea Dietrich December 28, 2010 at 2:32 PM A profoundly sad but pretty one told in a very interesting way. There is some hope in the end of it as well! I am honored to be friends with such a poet as yourself. LUv, Andrea

Harry Horsman December 27, 2010 at 8:21 PM Profoundness in every word here David, such truth. Harry

L'Nass Shango December 27, 2010 at 8:55 AM Thanks for taking time to read so many of my poems, you were most generous with your time and words. I appreciate it. Sorry for the pains ... earth has no balm for them, but they make our art meaningful.

Hathor Ammutlinra December 27, 2010 at 7:20 AM I feel the pain, David ''keep them poems coming' (LIN~RA)