Short Nautilus Poems

Exchanged pleasantries
Now vowed
Ensconsed
Memories...

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spry nautilus shell 
galaxy's swaying arms 
shove astral stars into space



Written: January 14, 2022...

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I woke amongst an ocean
a bed of froth wave
narwhal handed me a nautilus
to call upon the sun
see the spreading circle ignite 


10/14/2017...

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Perfect proportion
Nautilus is gilded rule
Universal gold.


(January 11, 2011  Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,...

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Listen to poem:

shell
spiral
coiled so well
to symmetry,
perfect in design,
nautilus sailor shell

what sounds lie within those
opera chamber
halls, decked in pearl
shell nacre,
shiny
glitz....

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In wonder, count the petals of a flower
Be amazed, probe a chambered nautilus.
Walk backwards out of Fibonacci's Spiral
Into eternal embrace with enlightenment.


From Walking Into Enlightenment
Gregory R Barden's Contest  10/25/20
Liberum Divisa 2...

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Nautilus, chambered. 
Mathematics? Not really. 
By nature only. 

Smells more like…
Ah…normal distribution
(Of golden spirals). 

You could look it up. 
FIBONACCI? Not really. 
Logarithmic coil?

Not exactly. Else
One or the other would fit. 
Only nature fits....

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A chambered shell 
with each a secret Lie. 
Memory dwells spiraling 
down deep and only the Infinity 
knows what is kept in each. 
A secret that lies 
dreaming 
kept in its chambers coil.
This heart is where eons 
of mysteries dwell. 
This cosmic design 
plays a part in the Grand 
Scheme of Creations mind.
A lost art.
Nautilus...

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brutalized senseless happenstance
 with a corkscrew conscience
 full of cheap wine.

 daylight rammeses unraveling the 
sheets in the morning.

three bottles tipped sideways lieing
 against the alarm clock.

 such a strange cracked nautilus,
 my eyes flushed with water
  in a cheap sink.

 but i will spare the stranger in my skin.

  live until it becomes all to usual....

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It began in the innocent spring of life

This of which, never did share

Spent summer of youth

… One in blanket gaze

While, she of long reaching, __ mystic stare

Now stirs autumn winds

Whispers of twice-cried tears

Two stories tell, each welling deep

The chambered nautilus of harbored fear

Maybe forever, shared song of winter’s discontent

Yet strings play on

As purveyed souls, soon greet seasons, never meant...

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A mysterious girl, we called her Pearl;
though her given name was Jezebel.
Quiet life, a hell, confined to her shell;
her chambers were the rivers of Roswell.

Submerged in Ros, like the nautilus she was,
Her beginning dated nineteen forty-seven.
Her tenure eleven; work was her leaven;
in fifty-eight, she crashed the gates of heaven.


FYI:The mystery?  Was Pearl a passenger on the UFO's of Roswell? or the fated USS Nautilus? or both?

written 3/6/2018...

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I am thoroughly convinced
that the value of a word
has less to do with meaning
and more about refrain -- 

sort of like, if it ain’t worth
repeating...it should not have
been said in the first place -- 

not that any word is entirely
worthless, for even the air
of a hollow, is a breath of
life for something -- 

sort of like, the shell of a conch
is an imaginative child’s Nautilus,
where all of Verne’s Fantastic Journeys
began, in the heart of a restless
dreamer…....

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