The Tears of the Seashell





On the depths of the ocean floor,
a seashell drifted all alone.
How vacuous she felt in her soul
and so incredibly cold! 


Tossed about by indifferent schools 
of fish that hurriedly swam by.
Beautiful fish, utterly deaf to that
shell's painful, lonely cries.


Schools of them, in a gigantic hurry.
Who cared if a shell had worries?
They were the elite of sea, had no
Time with a shell to scurry.


Her beautiful, abalone shell started 
to slowly wither and vanish.
The Creator knew of her pain, and thus
to His Heaven she was gratefully banished.


To the warm, loving Sea of Heaven, she 
was thereto delivered.
Re-born again, happy with other sea life 
who happily in gratefuness quivered.


Songs of hallelujah could be heard from 
that eternal, magnificent, blue green sea.
By all the worthy sealife who now lived in 
God's most auspicious, aquatic eternity!


               August 31, 2020
                  Noon PST


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Radhakrishna Avatar
September 1, 2020 at 5:55 AM
This is indeed very true and a very well written poem! But the sea shell is alone if it thinks itself different from the ocean. We are all alone if we think we are not part of the grand scheme. If the sea shell thinks it is but an expression of the sea, it becomes part of eternity along with the sea. We are all part of eternity that expresses itself as you and me!
Romios Avatar
September 1, 2020 at 7:41 AM
A wonderful mystical answer, Krish! The poem stands as is. I read some very off the wall Poetry here that is just adored, but for me, touches me like the iceberg that sank the Titanic. Meaning, no soul, no essence. Just impressive words and Far out imagery. This poem has a soul in it. It has drama in it. Re read the last two paragraphs.please? Panagiota xx
Cunningham Avatar
August 31, 2020 at 12:42 PM
Quite sad to think that there are many people who are like the shell and its not until they pass on to the next life that they are valued. Tom
Romios Avatar
August 31, 2020 at 12:46 PM
Tom. So true. Isn't it? They will get their crowns in the next life..))) Pangie xx
Andresen Avatar
August 31, 2020 at 11:48 AM
- A beautiful and touching little story, Panagiota :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
Romios Avatar
August 31, 2020 at 11:50 AM
Anne-Lise.. I really felt this one. Was an emotional one?thank you Pangie xx
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