Thirteen Cinquains to Find a Shell
by Vincent Caruso
1.
Seasoned
year after year
by black, salty sand drifts,
currents caressed the shell to curl
and yield.
2.
Old film,
couple by sea,
shell finding, hand holding,
black and white shell in black and white;
gray light.
3.
You see,
engraved is a
black wave, defending this
shell from conscious killers with shade
on shade.
4.
Pupil
of the eagle--
who circles around shores
where this two-tone shell lays at dusk--
widens.
5.
No soul,
no song to sing,
no plot to run the world,
no love making, heart breaking, just
a shell.
6.
A shell
somewhere between
light and dark, heaven, hell;
a striped moon outshining all stars
and cars.
7.
My shell
cracked while sleepless
almost six months ago.
There was chatter from stones to me
madly.
8.
How each
of all seashells
has patterns, connections
to what it is that needs such things;
how now.
9.
Shelter
for pride that lost,
lightly swayed to surface,
nothing to back its heaviness,
sinks hard.
10.
Green blue,
brown nearly now
at the hour of high tide,
back and forth like a penny swims
the shell.
11.
Self-eye
of deep abyss,
zero color, black pearl
on the black floor of the ocean;
blind depth.
12.
Finding
shells of lovers
tangled in the seaweed,
a hard thing, too cruel to stand; leave
them beached.
13.
Shell bone,
shells in his hair,
shells where his eyes ought be,
shell voice wailing his shell lament;
shell times.
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