130 beach

Posted on January 22, 2016 by Ken Greenman

shell strewn shore
gives witness to carnage.
weary waves wash ashore,
an ocean repelled by sand.
a shattered sliver of some
long slaughtered scallop,
a sea urchins
prickily dome, hollow,
its life drawn out in horror,
to feel ones essence
sucked from ones existance.
a beach combers sandled foot
emulsifizes the remains.
shattered sand-smoothed glass,
remenants of a long forgotten
drunk.

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About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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