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Photo by Tess Kincaid
Hear the ocean, they say
which is a lie, mostly
all he hears is whispers and sighs
the remains of her breath
through the helical exoskeleton
that became a life bereft of meat,
a shrunken soul in stygian depths
tumbled to lapidarian perfection
by Neptune's hands, casting the husk
onto shore, to be found by innocents
and marveled at, that such beauty
came from such mystery,
and they, never knowing the price
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Never knowing the price.
ReplyDeleteIsn't that the truth, Irish?
Gaw! This is like a symphony...beautiful imagery. And the photo is an excellent illustration -- notice how, upon enlargement, the ridges on the shell make it look like skin or nail. What grew, and lived, within that little shell, once upon a time?
ReplyDeleteOh, this is seriously good! Love the phrase, 'a life bereft of meat' and you closing line just nails it. Wow!
ReplyDeleteDude.
ReplyDeleteThat rocked.
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This is very nice. Very.
ReplyDeleteSolid, smart read, excellent finish line.
ReplyDeletea shrunken soul in stygian depths ---- wonderful!
ReplyDeletehaunting and beautiful. my favorite blend.
ReplyDeletei am really happy for you! blog of note couldn't have happened to a more wonderful writer. how exciting!!
The price never bears thinking about if we want to remain hopeful! Very well written.
ReplyDeleteA life bereft of meat is a telling image alright!
ReplyDeleteOh my! This is wonderful!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
when it comes to life and death choices.
ReplyDeletethings become tense.
lovely story.
well composed.