The shell is broken (walls are down) -
Cuts uncalloused fingers young with age -
The calmest water turns around.
Scavengers swoop and peck the ground;
Such birds as these know no such cage -
The shell is broken (walls are down).
The boats are out and make no sound -
Orange sails with streaks of beige.
The calmest water turns around.
An awkward crab nowhere is found -
Far from home he calls his page.
The shell is broken (walls are down).
As the clouds grow darkly round,
Seagulls fly toward the sage.
The calmest water turns around.
Alone on the ocean, while waves pound,
I'm already sailing against his rage.
The shell is broken (walls are down).
The calmest water turns around.
About the Creator
Barb Dukeman
An English teacher by trade, I’ve spent 32+ years in the classroom, instilling a love of literature (and a tolerance of writing) in my students. I started reading at the age of three and started writing at 13 with a poem about green socks.
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Comments (1)
Very effective and very direct! Excellent!