October 1, 2005

• New poem…I’ve been lost in a sea of papers for school.  Was nice to take a few moments to write something besides fake grant proposals.  Working title is “Seamonster” but I am not sure I like it.  Please let me know if you think of anything.

  
  

  Jan

  
  

  Seamonster

  
  

  It was a shiny, plastic cup,
  red, the kind one finds at parties,
  and it was filled with the ocean.

  
  

  The sand in this cup was white and
  cradled tiny shells which were lost
  homesteads of miniscule creatures.

  
  

  The dreams in the sand were a child’s
  and she would hold it in her hands,
  wishing for a life near blue sea.

  
  

  She made for it an altar on
  a beat-up cedar treasure chest
  with mermaids taped to its facade.

  
  

  In her sleep she swam with dolphins
  and one day, lost in a daydream
  she failed to hear her mother’s call.

  
  

  Angry arms knocked down the altar
  and a slap turned away fresh tears
  as carpet swallowed up the beach.

  
  

  As she tried to scoop the remnants
  into her small and trembling hands,
  her mother grabbed a long straw broom.

  
  

   

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