Polishing Pearls

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Photographer: C.J. Kale
Photo used with permission

healing time

this mindful interlude.

children soothing self-

fish seven second

memories

and I gulp.

hold my breath

and blood eyes bulge.

my mouth

a clam. shut

tight swallowing.

sinewy tentacles

constrict – squeeze

life. giving

up on the surface.

too far away to escape

drowning. my own

tears like Nemo’s

fin flounder. no

Gill to trust

courage to find

gems in the dark

depths. blind despite

a heart

the size of

an ocean. rogue

waves propel me against

the grain. grinding

in to sand. washed

sea dust; bleached

clean white coral. spheres

of soft step-ping silicas.

I spit out. waiting

for a hand

full of perfect polished

pearls to appear

out of no

where. wisdom

shell sheltering

a hermit.

© Copyright 2015, Jodine Derena Butler & ‘Poetry Out West’.  All Rights Reserved.

18 thoughts on “Polishing Pearls

  1. Hi,
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  3. That’s right…I’m being squeezed at the moment and too scared to leave my house…I am so anxious about my future. I worry all the time…it scares me to leave the house!

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  4. The ebb and flow of the tides over the coral sands is not unlike the pearls or rosary passing through your fingers, there is peace and solace beyond the hermit’s shell – once you outgrow one the next is waiting…….Mx

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