25th Stone: on listening to the sea Posted on January 25, 2012 by quillfyre Day 25 on the window sill a large pink conch sleeps until I raise it to my ear to hear the shush of the sea as it breathes molecules of shell, fine filaments of krill and tiny silver fish that slide through surf a million tiny butter knives winking Share this:TwitterFacebookLinkedInTumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related
Love everything in this, Carol! I can imagine myself doing this right now. Peaceful.
Thanks! I was inspired in part by a Canadian poet, Jason Heroux, who writes wonderful poems that are a shade off kilter.
Very rich use of words, ‘filaments of krill’ wow!
thanks, Gilly! your comments always make me smile and happy to be posting.