Treasure Trove


My eyes are dazzled by the glinting sun,
Sparkling on the hulls of seashell casts,
Unique as crystal snowflakes, each is one,
From depths beyond and ages long since past.

The gulls have salvaged living prey, amassed,
Leaving only sharps where once was life,
And yet I love to search with eyes downcast,
The respite that it brings me from all strife.

They crunch beneath my flip-flops, all are prized
And smaller than the eye can barely see,
Within a giant conch, a baby sized
clam, within a velvet corkscrew screen.

The tides roll in and leave the shoals a-gleaming
My morning beach walk always sets me dreaming.

NaPoWriMo 2014
NaPoWriMo 2014

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