Saturday, July 12, 2014

Oceanic Relic

First published in "On the Rusk"

It is corrugated, winking in the gleam,
mildly moistened as it lies on my palm
Ridges and whorls seem to stream...
of the brackish ocean, it wears a balm
It appears to perpetually scream
of the crashing waves upon the sand-
a calming sound, tranquil, serene,
music of the sea, it possesses a band
of instruments that play only to your ear,
faraway melodies light years away
So soothing and sweet, quick to be endeared
bringing colors to the eye- blue, gray,
sapphire, periwinkle, truly aesthetic hues,
colors that alleviate tension, as well as the tunes
shifting a mentality to mollified from blue,
as you envision the water lapping like dunes
Pretty to look at- of carnation pink
spiraling inwards, flawless to feel
as if it had spent time to adorn and prink
itself with unconcealed zeal
It emanates a scent faint and saline-
a fresh, invigorating smell,
It impacts every sense, you can perceives the signs
of the beauty in my palm- a coastal sea shell

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