The Full Story
About Seashell
Seashell emerged into conscious awareness abruptly when, at 14,
I was asked what my Citizens Band (CB) handle was. She replied with certitude.
But I suspect she may have authored earlier poems.
Venture on Spring
Age 12
I sat on my rock,
all alone,
and happy.
The wind beckoned to the sleeping earth,
calling "Arise, it's Spring."
She swept over the ground,
breathing against my cheek,
tossing my hair.
The leaves of ancient autumn
rustled in reply.
A few short blades of grass
lifted up their heads to see
"what the commotion".
Then they, too, took up the song
and proceeded to shake awake their neighbors.
The trees begin to lift
their stiff, bare branches
to the sun.
Then all the world,
Nature and Mankind,
took up the song.
All was so beautiful,
I cried for joy.
Empower
Growth
Sunset
Age 12
The sky hangs in space;
clouds billow below;
the sun sinks behind layers
of frothing gold.
Dots
and dashes,
Lines
and splashes
all mingle in the blue:
a 3-dimensional mystery;
a song of life and happiness.
The sunset cries good-bye
to us,
with a promise of return
tomorrow.
Plea to the Silent World
Age 13
I want to reach out to embrace you, world--
all your empty lives, hollow,
in a place where the world is of your own making--
to bring you solace and peace
to fill all the areas of unquestioning existence;
to take you to sublime, secret places
where our love can grow,
speaking freely of its tender fancies;
where we needn't run
from lengthening shadows
but stand with uplifted arms in sunshine;
I wish to comfort you with silken hands
and take you under sheltering wings.
All I ask in return is to be there,
and perhaps lose some of the gentle melancholy
shrouding me like a deep, opaque fog
where I am alone.