She sells sea shells by the sea shore.
She sees someone slowly strolling,
simply strolling by the seashore.
She sees someone sighing, slowly strolling.
Sighing sadly, he is strangely silent,
slowly sidling down the sidewalk.
Slowly strolling sadly by the sea shore.
She steps softly somewhat closer,
sees his eyes shift slightly toward her.
In the stiffling summer silence,
she slips a sightly sea shell in his hand.
Silently his eyes say thank you.
Simply, without speaking,
she sees his smile slowly creeping
slipping softly to his lips.
Suddenly she’s slightly breathless,
stunned, so suddenly she knows,
simply: he’s the one.
She sold sea shells by the sea shore
‘till she met her silent seaman
strolling softly by the shore.
Sixteen swiftly passing seasons later,
she pauses as she strolls beside him.
Pauses on the sidewalk,
showing now her sons the spot
whence once she sold those sea shells.
‘till suddenly she met her someone
slowly strolling down the sea shore.
Surely someone soon should stop me.
Slow my silly verses flowing,
stop my super silly esses
slipping slickly through the silence.
Stop me posting sexy esses
in simply every ceaseless sentence!
Surely I should post this!
Simply post these silly verses,
cease my silence,
set my muses slowly simmering
with the hope of something more.
This has nothing to do with anything in particular, just that it’s been a very long time since I wrote something creative for no purpose other than to be creative … and when this came to me this afternoon, I figured I should post it publicly and see if I can pick up the thread of creative writing again — as bad as this first effort may be .
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Nice, Joel. Very nice.
I got a good laugh!!