"inamate" poems
a calcium carapace,
sits upon the mantle's shelf. dreaming of the sea,
craving water and salinity.
pretty trinket ivory white,
a plump smooth bubble with cafe au lait dotted curve, leading to,
sensuous convex lip,
scintillating burnt caramel
hue.
what lived in such a
palace of the sea.
what graced the interior hall.
did it wonder,
at the beauty of it's home,
or did it only see,
the weight of the walls, pressing in.
does the palace discarded
on the shelf dream,
of saltwater
and former self.
or is it an inamate relic,
of an unregarded time,
with out measured reason, unresonating thought, unrimed.
does it know
it is
beauty sublime.
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 5:27 AM UTC