Conch

A Poem By SURPRISINGPERSON // 12/24/2018

Buried deep in the attic.
There is a spiral shell.
Sandy-colored and spiny on the outside,
But turn it over, and you will see that
The inside of the conch is a
Smooth, creamy pink.

And if you put your ear
To the opening, and be very quiet,
You will hear the grey-blue
Waves of the ocean, crashing in the distance.
And if you are extra and specially quiet,
You may even hear the wind.

A conch is a portal, you see;
A portal to its true home.
If you were small enough, you could go in,
And then you'd be at the sea.
But for now, we'll have to settle
For hearing it through a shell.

Comments

:)

This brought up some really sweet memories. Thanks for sharing!

Damaris Ann | Mon, 12/31/2018

I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.

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I ABSOLUTELY ON HUNDRED PERCENT ADORE THIS POEM FISOAHDIDOAJDHFISISHF

It’s just so perfect and poetic and sjjdnsiskdjfjwkdnfhdj

I love it, I love it so much <33 this is easily one of my favorite poems of all time. I will probably advertise it on the streets now. xDD

Heather Jones | Thu, 01/03/2019

“planting seeds inevitably changes my feelings about rain.” —luci shaw.
psalm 84:10 esv.

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