Seashell Sounds

My poetry! Oh, what a pain, before I learn what it's about, If you agree in part, in main, for you it's simple, shut me out! Feel damned if I forget at all, a single note of muse's call, Shoals lying sharp beneath soft waves, mute evidence of sailors' graves! Does ocean's void not thirst for bones of dying poems, hear their moans? And smile as in it's salty keep (and endless nights) dark secrets sleep? Oh, let my rhymes traverse this sea, be touched by music's grace instead, On some lost beach find empathy, where children prize shells of the dead. Long Tooth June 25, 2018