Written for Fandango’s Flashback Friday
– August 1st. Fandango asks us to share something
from the past written on this date. Here’s one from 2022.
Shells scattered along the shore
Some glittering in the golden sunlight
Lapis lazuli kisses of blue and green upon the water
So wondrous in their radiant beauty
Delicate as the blossoms of a dewy orchid tree
Day and night the waves wash over the shells
Yet they retain their brilliant resilience
Trodden upon by eyes bewitched by shooting stars
In the blackness of the night
Some are picked up and tossed into the sea
Only to return upon the next wave
Those trampled into the sand do not sink
They are not swallowed up by the sea
Nor do they disappear
For as fragile and tenuous as they may appear
They stand the eternal test of time
Ever rising as an Easter Morn
They are the She Shells
They are women
NAR©2022
This is “The Champion” by Carrie Underwood feat. Ludacris
All text and graphics are copyright for Nancy’s Notes 🖊️🎶, The Sicilian Storyteller, The Elephant’s Trunk, The Rhythm Section, et al., and are not to be used without permission. NAR©2017-present.
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There’s so much here to like/love….I’ll choose just one: “ever rising as an Easter morn”.
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Thanks for a lovely comment, Rene. Much appreciated.
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You’re most welcome.
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Wow! Your final line, like the curl of wave on the strand, leaves a different depth to poem on the reread. Excellent!
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Thanks very much, Liz. Much appreciated!
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She sells sea shells on the sea shore
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Glyn, I’ve been waiting for someone to say that. Congrats! You’re the winner!
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I was going to ask, how many S’s in it 🙂
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a lot
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Wonderful Nancy … what an anthem of a poem you wrote and a great song to go with it!
Here is another strong one
https://youtu.be/qlYHeITpaZc?si=AVc0Qy4H9uJfUI_l
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Great video, Willow. Thanks!
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I wonder how many years the same shells wash up on the same beaches before they become sand…..
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Interesting question. Depending on the type/thickness of the shell, the quality of water, etc., I think this process could take many decades.
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Thanks for resharing this great poem for your Flashback Friday post, Nancy.
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Oh this is so lovely, Nancy. Beautifully written.
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Merci, mon amie! So glad you like this oldie of mine. ♡
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Oui madame! Very much so.
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Fantastic message and I love the many different stories you’ve created and yet there is commonality. So beautiful, Nancy. Thank you. I’ve read your poem a few times. 🐚💖
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That’s a very lovely comment, Michele. Thank you for taking the time to always stop by and share an original thought with me. I’m most appreciative. ☺️
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A wondrous poem full of fabulous imagery, with a unique finale, Nancy … a fantastic music/video by Carrie Underwood …
An Old Snail Shell (a Tanka)
Crusty and earthen
I supported her burden
I was no Spartan
And asked for no one’s pardon
I’m a bygone guardian
(Thank you for inspiring me to write this spontaneous Tanka)
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It’s my great pleasure to know you were inspired to share with me one of your very special original poems. I love it and am deeply touched. Thank you, you dear sweet man. 🥰 🏝️🐚☀️🌏💛
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Thank You!! Your lovely words prompted immediately to my nostalgic Tanka, and took a few minutes 📖😊😍📘
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Most and always welcome, dear Ivor. 🥰
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I’ll probably post the Tanka tonight … 📃📘😊🌏
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Nice! Off to bed now. Nite nite, dear Ivor. 🛌😴
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😴😊😍
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nice
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Thanks, Dylan. This was originally written for an anthology of poems about empowered women.
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