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The Conch Shell
A beautiful conch shell sits high up on a bookshelf in our hall. It has been kept up there to keep it safe from our daughter. It's precious and delicate, and although strong, I would hate to see any of its delicate whorls and peaks damaged. Recently, I began to look at it more closely, and I imagined the secrets it held, and the things the sea creature inside had seen over its long life. So, here is my poem,
By Deborah Robinson3 years ago in Poets
I Was Not A Rotten Piece Of Fruit
I was not a piece of rotten fruit that was meant to be thrown in the trash. I was only a tiny seed that needed time for her to be reproduced. I'm a living thing, not a mechanical robot. I was made to trip and fall, not to remember computer codes off by heart. Flowers need time to shine and become breathing figures. Robots are fast as race cars that don't need constant care. I was not a piece of rotten fruit that was meant to be stepped on and squashed. I was just a dwarf flower that took time for her to bloom, breathe, smile and shine.
By Talia Devora3 years ago in Poets