I built a castle in the sand,
The biggest one in all the
land.
A seashell serves as helper
on the seashore,
With bright dancing glitters
on the sand,
Until the waves washed all
the sand away.
I come from many places,
But belong to none,
So I always walk,
To find a nest where my own culture would’ve spun.
On my windowsill sits a seashell and a pinecone,
Reminiscences of memories I carried from places bygone.
I’ve lived near the mountains, I’ve lived near the coast,
So I always falter when asked which I adore the most.
As they bask in sunlight, they have conversations of their own,
And I sit on my spot and wonder if they talk about their home.
Do they yearn for the wise old mountain trees
Or the salty exhilarating sea breeze.
Do they promise each other a trip back home,
Or dream of adventures on a boat like K. Jerome?
Do they also live in the memories of that place,
As they try to understand this rat race?
Do they feel like me and yearn for that land,
Without care whether it’s rock or sand.
For I come from many places,
But belong to none,
So I always walk
To find a nest where my own culture would’ve spun.
I’m a seashell.
No one inside, but spiraling patterns and maybe memories.
No one knows how to tangle with seaweed anymore.
Or how to live off slime.
I used to know these things.
Nothing works underwater.
Except fins and eyes.
No one knows how to survive ocean things.
Anything good about me…
Got washed away like something unstructured.
Living like slime so what does slime eat?
Disastrous.
I’m a seashell or something.
With nothing except horrible thoughts of cave divers.
I’m a seashell.
I’m beautiful and I used to be alive.
I’m still part of the sea this summer.
I certainly never heard of things.
Like summer, humans, or how to live a long life.
My dearest consort dived into the sea,
He found me as a lotus-shaped pearl.
I was born from a shell of oceanic beauty.
Brightly glowing, I transformed into a girl.
My dearest consort carried me to shore,
He lovingly stared into my watering eyes,
"I longed for you, so I waited years more,"
I spoke before he kissed my lips by surprise.
My dearest consort spoke to me tenderly,
"I knew I'd find you again sooner or later,"
As he says how he always yearned for me.
Now all I want is for us to last forever.
My dearest consort lays with me in the sand,
Feeling waves as we hold each other closely.
I'm slowly recalling my lives in his homeland,
As my heart is opening like a shell in the sea.
turning the seashell
adjusting my eyes
contemplating
passages unseen
inside
pushing me
down its slide
on slopes
whose whispers
surround
my ride
Early morning is the perfect time to walk the beach,
the cool water licks at my feet.
The soft sand is like walking on a pillow,
pretty seashells yell-pick me up.
My day started off with a bit of heaven on earth.
the wind spins my waters
it whirls and splits my waves
until I am the shell of a story
between the shore and the tide
hold me to your ear,
and I will quiver to your touch,
sing the sorrow of the sea,
sandcastles and the sky
say that sometimes
you still see the beautiful
innocence of everything
in the distance
Your words outshined the Anicii house's marbles ~ but not pearly truth
I found a seashell in the car today;
it rolled into her deserted footwell
as I turned into our old parking bay;
it lay, with all the stories it could tell.
We gathered it, together, on some beach
the girl and I, amidst the water, wine,
hypothesis of things beyond our reach;
when was that? Oh, the summer 69,
I think, it’s hard to tell, these autumn days.
Would it still proclaim her lost siren’s call
if held to ear? Or, echo sea’s malaise,
lashing waves, the inevitable squall?
The shell, it sits, its inner pinkness lures
me still; though it is long devoid of soul,
it brings a recollection that endures;
A summer beach, her face, a happy stroll.
Soft and feathery and illusive
Each word a woven world of fantasy
An artistic lair for the lunacy of emotion
Musical, distant and serene
Aesthetic shelters like seashells
Cast by the angst of the ocean
He brings seashells to the seashore.
She sells shells and a whole lot more.
He surfs on highs of the sky in pictures of memories of times that are past.
She slinks by him over hill and dale and lays her days in fields of grass.
He thinks he'll never be worthy of her time and energy.
She sees him and purely wants them to simply be.
I wash up on a beach
Feeling weird as I am no longer moving
A child walks past
I feel optimistic
until it has been many children
all walking past
Am I not pretty? I wonder
You are pretty enough, another seashell says
I was pretty enough too.
Never give up on yourself.
I wait patiently
and wait
and wait
and wait
and
Wait! Why not me? I yell after a small boy.
Finally a psychic boy!
He comes back and grabs me up
Stuffs me into his pocket.
Where are we going? I ask another shell.
An adventure called a button factory.
"Seashells travel they sell pushed by the wind and breeze desolation faith command pulled a travel by The Wave clear quietly as the mist droplets of rain forging down stormy now the shore swiftly fights the ship now the clear seashell that's courage it views love desires to endure and not fall endure the stormy comes with love is a clear seashell"
3/10/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
flatness__ charged words.
bellowed//out\\wardness
i chashed utterfly
wing : eXPLOSING butter memory
_(ubble Head > -- huggly
faceSMEARED tears OF NO
path/ i .AUGH caught
said she/he said \
she left: oh no said HE:
the divine i spoke \ i was
that never good| the skin of
my animal ... of all these
of all silence and experienced
traveled. How my eyes are fingers
pelted skillfully rolled. Then,
within my heart; to be never without
that fate of a beating drum inside
my chest. A beautiful nature of
round Moon and square Sun sings
as you. Love is that deepest root
of a breathing sky of life/how higher
is glorious wonderous that I carry
this heart.\ I could ponder my poems
professor/ These sharp teeth and carve
eyes as a cat of nine times to die.
How many have tried. Gentlewoman
and ladies.
:: 11.01.2021 ::
The day shines like gems
Glistening in the sunlight
I feel rich today
I find a seashell
I listen for the ocean
The sea comes to me
Found the mother load
The gold mine was in her eyes
I'm rich forever...
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