Poem -
beautying the shores
I do not make aΒ pretty shell
ancient maybe,
but bearing no semblance
of colour or contour or shape
nothing at all like the oyster or
conch
or the pretty pink powder fans
beautying the shores but...
a shell none the less
in all non descript ways
withered up, colourless
ugly of face
marking the sand and just taking
my place
with so, so many more
on some world
in deep space
M P 1/3/21
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Many of your writes create beauty in my mind!..........................................Jim
Gosh Marion, you really managed to emphasise the vastness of this existence. I suddenly feel very small. Beautifully done. I have often thought a body after death looks and feels like a husk. Your words brought that to the forefront of my mind
wonderful writing xΒ