The ocean is home to a curation of shells,
The type you admire, the kind you call into,
The ones that whisper stories the sea never tells.
The peach and the pink, the pastels and the white —
All of them bring such a sense of delight.
I trace my finger over each and every grove and indent,
Each fracture and dent,
Wondering what they have seen, and what places they went.
I wonder if they are signs — heaven-sent.
This poet wonders — does she know the truth that is grand?
The shell that is pretty mesmerizes those little eyes
While the sea calls out her name for help.
Sand between her toes and wind through her hairs,
She felt every emotion one feels at a shore.
The next scene was haunting — it took away her innocence.
Fishes started to wash up on the shore,
The water began to form bubbles.
As she looked at her mother, who
Whispered with her eyes-
“Sorry, my precious little baby,
Forgive the humankind,
For the future we will leave behind.”
Categories:
curation, nature,
Form: Free verse
Sharing my love narration,
Causing much elation,
Ignoring cant negation,
Here tis love central station,
Harmless joy aeration,
Heart is your curation,
Pixie dust your vocation,
Love needs no stagnation,
Evolving, with illustration,
Never has privation,
Revoked our sublimation,
Scribbling this summation,
"Pour blessed love libation!"
Categories:
curation, appreciation, fun, happiness, love,
Form: Monorhyme
Meditation
Elevation
Exploration
Inspiration
Motivation
Divination
Levitation
Reincarnation
Vacation
Preparation
Elation
Conversation
Rumination
Cultivation
Curation
Communication
Relocation
Dedication
Continuation
... Ingredients to create a Nation.
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Big Love,
Gu
Categories:
curation, 11th grade, 4th grade,
Form: Rhyme