THE SHELL FOUND ON THE DESERT FLOOR
Far from the surf – a lacy edge – pink within
The one that called this shell home
Is nowhere in sight
The shell has lain in limbo
For at least one thousand years
Waiting for the next wave
To come ashore
Images of great butts
Mountains and mesas
Homes carved into
Canyon walls
Pit-houses into hills
Provide a safe place to play
The sky an open space
Clear blue
Clouds form abstractions
Three hundred sixty degrees
Thunder rattles…
Death rattles…
The snake rattles
As she slithers under rocks
Safe from the sizzling sun
Fresh white sheets
Folded into neat piles
The edges as sharp as blades
The ring she wears
Sparkles in the setting sun
Hot winds blow
You gasp for breath
The wind chimes sound
Dust devils form
The desert can be a bitter pill
6/24/2018
annellannell 
I love the thought of the shell waiting for a wave in the desert …
Thank you, Kind Sir.
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I love that, too. The unexpected shell, waiting for the next wave which may come in a few thousand years. I have often marvelled at shells in the forest, carried there by birds……..very cool.
You have really given me a glimpse of life in the dessert here!
Thank you Mary.
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I can think of pills more bitter than the desert. The death of a loved one, for example.
There is no comparison. I certainly didn’t mean to say that. Thanks for your comment.
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I love your vignettes of desert life, little snapshots of living.
I wonder if that (next) wave will come sooner than we think, as we rush forward, destroying our world in the process…
Hugs.
Anna :o]
Snapshots, with a little poetic license. Thanks for your comments.
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Thanks you Anna and hug back at you!
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I love the imagery here….beautiful!
Thank you so much v/ivian.
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thunder rattles
death rattles…
this poem is a complete audio visual experience…
Thank you for your kind response to my poem.
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kaykuala
The shell has lain in limbo
For at least one thousand years
Waiting for the next wave
Things seemed to be static in the desert, reduced movements except for the ever changing patterns of the sand dunes!
Hank
Thank you Hank.
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Yes, the desert can be beautiful, but vicious when she’s angry.
We wouldn’t want to go there without water, a map or a plan. It can be difficult. Thanks for your comments.
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I love the image of a shell waiting in the midst of the turmoil surrounding it.
Maybe it is a metaphor for us, waiting….? Thanks for your comment.
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My pleasure!
What a feast for the imagination! I once found shells at a great height some way inland, in deserted country in Australia’s far north. Fascinating to realise this had once been the sea bed.
So amazing!! Thank you Rosemary.
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