MISSING
I string
shell
after shell
after salmon colored shell
onto a string
for my friend,
for my friend when she misses the sea.
A necklace of waves and tide,
ship bells and seabirds,
heart beats of harbors.
Shell after shell after shell.
For my friend,
when she misses the sea.
For my friend, when she misses me.
©Rebecca Kai Dotlich. All rights reserved.
Every time Rebecca Kai Dotlich sends me a poem, I cannot wait to read it. And I feel lucky - sure, all of us can go get her books (and you should), but everrrrrry now and then I get a first glimpse of some wonderful words. Reason enough to be happy that I dusted off 30 Poets/30 Days here in 2020....
3 comments:
Greg, your comments are as wonderful as the poem. And that poem is pretty wonderful.
Love.
I miss the sea.
I have been meaning to write since I read this poem. I know it's cliche to say but it's true. I love everything about it. "Heart beats of harbor" and "shell after shell after salmon colored shell."
Truth in "commenting"..Rebecca is my friend, but I'd effuse about this no matter who wrote it.
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