To be cleansed by the salty brine
of the ocean’s ever incoming surf
is like being one with the conch
being held on the empty sandy shore
waiting for the waves gently lapping
its’ beauteous shell
to feel cleansed, to be whole
you can be still within the pain
the suffering you hold
be embraced as the conch is washed
clean and listen to the ocean
within your heart
© December 2019 Renee Espriu
This Image Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art
The conch sea shell is a reminder always
of where it is she really belongs
of small hands holding the beauty
of ocean waves within its’ confines
hugging her ear & she in awe and wonder
even now when she cradles it closely
and listens longingly and intently
she can see the waves building high
coming to crash along the sandy shore
where seabirds add calls to the score
to a music with a wondrous crescendo
the color of sea salt spraying her skin
the wind picking up the string section
with soprano highs & contralto lows
& a sky of variegated blues the backdrop
connecting the ocean stage to the horizon
unseeing of the stage hands hidden below
but bringing memories of dolphins dancing
upon the ocean stage & the magic of whale song
whose singing plays the melody all the while
she knows with utmost certainty she will return
to the place where she really belongs
© 2017 Renee Espriu
This was first posted in the last month issue of The Bezine, editor Jamie Dedes, which can be read in more detail at https://thebezine.com/project-type/the-bezine-vol-4-issue-1-music-anniversary-edition-oct-2017. There are two photos below taken from Public Domain Pictures and digitally altered.
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