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23 May 2014

This White Shell

This white shell
has whorls and curlicues
crinkling its rim,

and soon I fall
into childhood memories,
tracing them ...

I stand on the sand,
with the song of the ocean
held to my ear —

a hushed sound
as of waves in motion,
but muffled, far.

I'm four, I'm eight,
I'm nearly thirteen,
beside the sea

where I watch and wait
for the tide to turn
and rush to me.

But the white shell 
next to my face
sings me back in

with a tidal pull 
to this present place …
where lost girls drown.


For Poetic Asides Wednesday prompt: an object poemAlso submitted for dVerse Meeting The Bar At A Slantslant rhymes, aka half rhymes. This piece is a mixture of slant rhyme and full rhyme.

30 comments:

  1. Very clever use of rhyming here - I like this a lot. Combines the melody of full rhyme with the melancholy yearning of slant rhyme.

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    1. Thank you, Marina. That' a compliment to treasure!

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  2. Much more romantic and poetic than full rhyme!

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  3. I too would love to hear the song of ocean, mesmerizing it is...................

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  4. The mixture of rhymes is quite wonderful here--it contributes to the echoing effect of the shell--a muting quality of the half-rhyme--it is a lovely poem generally--the sense of heard selves in the whorls of the shell. Thanks. k.

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  5. ah to be that age again and be by the sea....i love it...i miss the ocean...
    i need to get back there this summer...love me some shells to draw it close too...

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  6. Ah yes, when I hold one of those shells to my ear, I too am transported to my childhood days when I did this for the first time.....and was awed by the experience of it, even though I was standing far from the ocean in my aunt and uncle's living room!

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  7. ah, so reminded me of Gift From The Sea by Anne Lindbergh... and love the music of the sea... i placed a large container of shells in my sandbox for the grands... they've made beautiful shell castles... and we even heard the ocean in one... if for just a moment

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  8. i love this pull of the ocean, the pull of time wonderfully combined here...

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  9. Funny how all children enjoy pressing a sea shell to their ears to hear 'the sea', wherever they live. I also like how you ended your poem, back to harsh reality.

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  10. Oh - that end hit quite hard ... Lovely walk along the Beaty of the shells.

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  11. Lost girls--only the ones within drown, I hope, and then, I hope, resurrect with each new shell. Haunting.

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  12. I am a follower and acolyte of Neptune and this poem is so lovely... I sometimes feel like one of the lost girls myself. The song of the ocean helps me rejuvenate and recover every time. Magnetic prose and verse Rosemary!

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  13. nice... i love listening to the shells... the wind and waves in their womb sings so many awesome stories...

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  14. Live a 100 miles from the ocean, beside an inland sea (Puget Sound), & we travel to the ocean monthly; headed there next weekend. Maybe it just genetic, standing so close to our first home, before our amphibian lives, before our mammal lives--but the seas inside is serenaded by the real thing, & the negative ions are gulped like caviar. You poem was remarkable, nice use of the prompt.

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  15. This is a very evocative poem--deceptively simple, yet the experience comes through the linguistic telegraph precisely, clearly, yet lyrically. A great mix of rhymes as well.

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  16. I found more here in the second reading...simple yet deep..great use of slant form.

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  17. Wow the ending was unexpectedly intense for me. I loved the way you showed the passing of time:

    "I'm four, I'm eight,
    I'm nearly thirteen,
    beside the sea"

    I think I may be confused about the deeper meaning because I had a lighter feeling until the end but now I am wondering if the final line is a metaphor and not to be considered literal?

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    1. Thanks for your comment, Gretchen. I did mean that line metaphorically, not literally — meaning that we must re-submerge the inner child in coming back to the present.

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  18. I love the memories through the ages but the ending was unexpected to me with the lost girls drowning ~ Enjoyed your rhyming verses, smiles ~

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    1. It was a bit sudden, wasn't it? My lost childhood selves, consigned back to the unconscious.

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  19. You combined both so well, with a deft hand, nicely done!

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  20. Beautiful drag and pull to childhood visits to the sea

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  21. What a beautiful poem, dear Rosemary, thank you...

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  22. Many thanks to all for the comments; so glad you enjoyed this.

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  23. Powerfully evocative. That last line strikes with intensity.

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  24. amber hauswein6 July 2014 at 17:06

    I am overwhelmed

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