Reminders

Somehow,
even in the serenity of Cape Cod’s seashore
there are reminders of life’s turmoil.

Sea grass, once vibrant green
turned darkly dank
littering the shore,
forced asunder by ocean waves.

Three molted hermit crabs
espied at low tide,
battling over prized shell
future home for only one.

Salt water and mold
slowly rotting undersides
of aging, once sleek sloops.

In one’s calm,
one must not forget
those living through the storm.

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Posted on my blog on 9/13 —- but seems it fits beautifully for Bjorn’s 9/14 prompt at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets. If you already read this yesterday, apologies. But I did want to repost for dVerse. Bjorn remins us that life has meaning metaphorically speaking. A metaphor is a comparison, without using the words “like” or “as.”  As I relax at the beautiful Cape Cod seashore, I am reminded by bits and pieces of nature, that others are struggling to recover from recent hurricanes and monsoons — struggling to regain a sense of calm and balance in their lives. For them, the storm, even when the rains and winds have ceased, continues.

 

23 thoughts on “Reminders

  1. Kim September 13, 2017 / 10:50 am

    Wow–this one is another favorite, Aunt Lill!

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    • lillian September 13, 2017 / 11:02 am

      Thank you! I’m always thrilled to see a comment like this from the Prof! 🙂 Hugs to you, my dear.

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  2. Adda September 13, 2017 / 11:34 am

    Life is an ocean, sometimes the waves are high and violent while other times they are low and slowly, calmly brush the shore and many times in-between. You are correct, although the storm has passed, most in its wake are still experience the high and violent waves. Your metaphors are wonderful. ❤

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    • lillian September 13, 2017 / 2:45 pm

      Thank you, Adda! So difficult to see so many struggling after these horrific hurricanes.

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  3. jillys2016 September 13, 2017 / 3:27 pm

    Thank you, Lil! Spent the day trimmimg broken palms, feeling tired beyond my years, and wondering when school and normalacy will return. I appreciate your poem 🙂

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    • lillian September 13, 2017 / 4:32 pm

      When we lived in Iowa, our neighborhood flooded and for a week we had to canoe into our house. We were one of the very few lucky ones in our culdesac who had a home that did not take in water. Our dear dear friends lost their homes. Even after stripping it down to the studs, the mold was far too bad. My heart goes out to you….to all who are affected by Irma and Harvey. Many are thinking about you my friend. I’m glad you enjoyed the poem.

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    • lillian September 14, 2017 / 8:08 am

      Thanks for stopping by and reading. Glad you enjoyed!

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  4. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) September 14, 2017 / 3:19 pm

    So much to be reminded of.. and the brain is amazing in connecting the images of what we see to what we have found… that is how metaphors are made.

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    • lillian September 14, 2017 / 3:42 pm

      Exactly! So glad you did this prompt, Bjorn. 🙂

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  5. alisonhankinson September 14, 2017 / 3:36 pm

    I think it is fitting and how strange it still seems that in the same moment some can experience calm and others desolation.

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    • lillian September 14, 2017 / 3:42 pm

      Exactly….and the same ocean too! Shows you how humongous and vast the ocean is that it can be so calm here and wreaking havoc elsewhere.

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  6. kim881 September 14, 2017 / 3:37 pm

    I love seaside metaphors, Lill, and these are gorgeous!

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  7. Frank Hubeny September 14, 2017 / 3:43 pm

    So those hermit crabs outgrow their shells and then have to compete for larger ones?

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    • lillian September 14, 2017 / 4:00 pm

      Exactly!!!! We’ve seen a number of real tussles between “naked” hermit crabs!

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    • lillian September 17, 2017 / 9:36 am

      It’s amazing when you start to look for them at low tide, the variety of shells they choose for their homes, and carry on their backs!

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  8. dianadevlinblog September 14, 2017 / 6:58 pm

    I’m with whimsygizmo on the hermit crabs. Beautifully done, Lillian.

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  9. sarahsouthwest September 15, 2017 / 1:48 am

    It made me think how the ocean connects us as well as divides us, and how we are all affected by these big events, even at a distance. I think Obama did a very moving speech where he talked about being diminished by the suffering of others? I might be mis-remembering there…

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  10. paul scribbles September 15, 2017 / 7:38 am

    I wonder what became of the two hermit crabs who found no home?

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