Just a shell

just a shell

It’s just a shell.
Small but perfect,
Picked up on the beach that day.
Its sits beside the little stone you found,
Children hand in hand
Along a winter shore.

It’s just a shell.
Nothing very special
There were hundreds of them
Washed up on the beach that way
Strewn across the sand
When the tide came.

It’s just a shell
A hollow thing
And empty, just a memory
Of a gifted day
Beside the waves.

I have it still.
It’s just a shell.
It sits within my hand
And I hear laughter
Dancing in the windswept dunes
And smile through tears
And face the day…
Just a shell.

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From Life Lines: Poems from a Reflection

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About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at scvincent.com and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email: findme@scvincent.com.
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34 Responses to Just a shell

  1. Sadje says:

    Just a shell yet so much more.

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  2. gdutta17 says:

    Beautiful lines….so evocative

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  3. So, beautifully done. Who’d a thought a simple empty shell could create such a lovely poem.

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  4. willowdot21 says:

    So many memories flood back with a tiny object.💜

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  5. jenanita01 says:

    I have such a shell, more precious than diamonds…

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  6. Alli Templeton says:

    The smallest of things can be so significant for us, it’s so true. I have a few pieces of twig that I gathered from the ground beneath the glorious sycamore tree at the ‘sycamore gap’ on Hadrian’s Wall, and they also help me relive better times and wonderful memories. Being able to hold a few pieces of the tree has given me comfort this year as we haven’t been able to visit Northumberland as planned. I’m sure they’ll keep me going ’til next year. Similarly, my pieces of fallen masonry from my favourite castles have given me a tangible connection to my beloved buildings. These little things are to be cherished. 🙂

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    • Sue Vincent says:

      I have a similar collection, including the northern heather I have missed seeing in full flower for the past two years…and not seen at all this year. These things don’t really matter… they are just ‘things’… but they are the key to the memories and emotions that do matter.

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  7. Lovely poem Sue.
    I have many such shells, and as some are so tiny, they are all in their own special dish on the knick knack shelf

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  8. Mary Smith says:

    So very poignant, Sue.

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  9. Palak says:

    So beautiful!

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  10. I remember this poem from the book, Sue. So beautiful. ❤

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  11. Beautiful, Sue… ❤

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  12. I used to collect shells. I had a lot of them when I finally passed them all back to the beach from which I took them. I couldn’t throw them away, though I did keep one — a big abalone shell which I used for burning whilst cleansing evil spirits.

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  13. Widdershins says:

    Like driftwood and rocks and other such treasures, they’re never ‘just’ the physical. 🙂

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