
I dreamt; I held a conch shell to my ear
amidst dark waters,
placed my head back on the sand
and allowed the universe to communicate,
there is so much the human mind is ignorant of,
is blind to–
the waves crashing from pillar to post
seem to comprehend what is stirring within.
The conch shell feels as though hard silk
against my skin,
feels as though voices thundering through the centuries,
it’s exhausting trying to make sense, I thought
as fog hangs softly above,
asking time and again why he stays on my mind,
intrinsically speaking, we are neither better
nor worse than any other human,
when we meet someone who deeply understands
tone vibrations,
it becomes immediately apparent in the manner
they converse with us–
the question is, are we truly conscious of everything that
exists around us?
A conch shell does not dissolve in water,
why then must we dissolve completely in a pool of chaos?
Why must we succumb to pressure?
In black ash reveries, mermaids understood the
moon, its cycles,
can’t we then take a moment and peruse?
A part of man lives on even after death,
even after the waves of destruction he has endured,
I dream on.
I keep a conch shell near my bedside as reminder,
as keepsake, as souvenir,
and ask the salt wind to help lie dormant,
instead, an epiphany occurs,
I am led to believe that poets can stop the graying
of the world–
slender hands twirling meaning that drips
and casts doubt aside,
the time has come for us to be brave; the time has come
for us to be brave.
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Grace hosts at dVerse where she invites us to either write a poem using
a poetry form known as Memento or to choose free style poetry with a
theme about memento using symbolism as a poetic device. Come join us! 💘
Beautifully written, Sanaa! Gives new meaning to being in tune with each other.
I love these lines…
A conch shell does not dissolve in water,
why then must we dissolve completely in a pool of chaos?
Why must we succumb to pressure?
Thank you so much, Dwight 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
I love listening to the conch shell and imagining what the universe and the sea will tell us. Dream on that, we can all be brave.
Awww gosh! Thank you so much, Grace 😀 so glad you liked it! 💄❤️
(and thank you for the glorious prompt) 🥂
Your ability of sending a strong message with such lovely words and symbols really amazes me, Sanaa. You do this in so many of your poems and it seems so effortless, but I know better. “Poets can stop the graying of the world”, that’s so true! The dreamlike tone adds to the ethereal nature of your inspirational poem. Beautifully written.
That is such high praise! Thank you so much, Mrityunjay 😀 so glad you enjoyed it! 💄❤️
Like the conch, poets are witness to the song of the sea, echoing back into the whirl of the world. Poems are burnished purities of that — eternal — and yes, can stop the greying of the world. For the length of a poem.
Thank you so much, Brendan 😀 so glad the poem and its imagery appealed to you 💄❤️
Sanaa – your poem feels almost like a prayer to me… do you really have a conch by your bed?
~David
I most certainly do! Thank you so much, Ben 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
The time has come to be brave, nice one Sanaa. 🙂
Definitely! Thanks for stopping by, Kitty 💄❤️
“Poets can stop the graying of the world” Yes! I adore the conch shell as a reminder. Beautifully penned Sanaa.
Awww gosh! Thank you so much, Raivenne 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Beautiful words and thoughts, Sanaa! I especially like the opening lines–dreaming and holding that conch shell. The communication of the universe “the waves crashing from pillar to post
seem to comprehend what is stirring within.” 💙
Thank you so much, Merril 😀 so glad the poem and its imagery appealed to you 💄❤️
Your words are one more step in stopping that graying.
That is such high praise! Thank you so much, Ken 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
I hope we can be brave, and remember that we may learn for what has passed to go forth.
Absolutely! Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️