Poem: The Shell
Whilst walking forth on a shelly strand,
Squeak fresh grains of salty sand,
crunch & grind , waves surge & pound,
I stoop & scoop , a thing profound ,
An unknown form of sheer delight,
This thing unique to me.
I question creations geometry .
What genius deep in cosmic mind ,
Did Create this fantasmagorical find?
Some subtle touch of starry light ,
Spinning far in a galactic night,
Weave forming threads , gestalt begins.
The spiral form unfolds in loops.
Filigrain structure convolutes.
A galactic form finds growing life.
The planet spins,
Thousands spawn , new life begins, a thing is born.
Braced between the wet & lee,
Feet awash in froth blown sea.
This micro cosmic miracle lies,
The macro cosmic in the sky’s
Asleep it’s secrets keep me high
I live the question , the meaning ,