Looking at
a postcard
of the Parthenon
I remember that
we have scuttled
along the
sand enough
to leave a
line like
a desperate crab
dancing in
the momentary
sunlight.
Knowing that
the waves
are coming back
does not deter us
from the stories
that we carry
like our shell,
protecting us
from being
homeless
or lost.
Copyright © henry toromoreno, 2009. All rights reserved.
Your poetry is so simple but so evocative. It’s essentially what I aspire to write like. Now that I’m really away from home, I find myself telling stories about my hometown and the people who live there to keep it alive for me. It really is just like a sea creature’s shell. Great simile!
Thank you for your compliments and your readership. I hope that other works also speak to you and that you will carry them around with you.