Monday, April 14, 2014

"I'll Never Know"


I'll Never Know

Did my four nesting cockles
tumble gently in
beneath new moon's virginal gaze

or were they hurled
within the fury of a west-wind storm,
no moon in sight?

I'll never know.

by Margaret Bednar, April 14, 2014

For Imaginary Garden with Real Toad's - Open Link Night.


For the month of April, I am participating in NaPoWriMo2014 or National Poetry Writing Month.  The website is HERE.

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9 comments:

Kay L. Davies said...

I love the photo, Margaret, with the cockleshells contrasting so prettily with the silver jewelry.
K

Brian Miller said...

but you realize they have a story...and wondering about it can be fun....we all have a story...

TexWisGirl said...

so very sweet - and a lovely photo to boot!

Kerry O'Connor said...

I often wonder about the journeys taken by the things the sea washes up.

G-Man said...

Is that YOUR hand Margaret?

Sara said...

I like the suspense and the picture. And I owe you a thank you. We have these shells on the beaches where I live. I didn't know the name of them, but now I do.

What's funny I once took a photo of four cockles lined just like yours are on your hand, only mine were lined up on the beach. In addition, where I go to the beach, we have the same type of white sand:~)

Good luck with the NaPoWriMo2014:~)

Margaret said...

G-Man - alas, that is my 19 year old daughter's hand. She is far more fashionable and able to relax on a beach as I seem to have been watching little ones for the last… 21 years ;P

grapeling said...

either way, the wind had her way... ~

Ginnie said...

Now that I know it's not YOUR hand....! Indeed, some things are never meant to be known, I'm sure. :)