shell

(6/1, 1997)



FIRST PLACE


        gentle breeze --
        beneath the oak tree
        blue egg shells
                                    -acm


SECOND PLACE


         summer cottage -
           along the window ledge
              last year's shell collection
                                                             Hilary Tann


THIRD PLACE


     vanity table
     her fake pearls
     in the half shell
                                 Carolyne


BELOW THIRD PLACE


   side by side
   along the river's edge
   two halves of a clam shell
                                                Mark Alan Osterhaus


     white sea shell 
     on the railing, salt and lilacs 
     in the wind
                          -- Margarita Drozdoff


           low tide
           the hermit crab crawls
           back into its shell
                                           ~Susan


                tennis shoes
                everywhere on the beach
                broken shells	
                                         Yu Chang


       receding tide
       tumbling shells
       spill foam
                          rube


             on the alpine trail
             a rocky outcrop --
             seashell fossils
                                         omeric


               faded seaweed--
               clinging to its underside
               tiny spiraled shells
                                                  Joann


      toting his shell
      a hermit crab scuttles by --
      waves roar in
                               Glen L Keener


           this tiny sea shell,
           filled by one drop of water,
           needed an ocean
                                        Noor Singh Khalsa


               gulls take flight
               scattered among the oats
               seashells
                                 zoned cat


   the broken fig shell
   still tasting salty -
   her goodbye kiss
                                  Ferris


      chambered nautilus;
      granddad doesn't hear
      the doorbell ring
                                     Charles Trumbull


            By seashell written,
            worries in the sand.
            Tide is rising.
                                     Mirko Varga, Varazdin, Croatia

 laden moon
 across the seashore 
 white white shells
                                  Paul M


     A single seashell, 
     Solitary and lonely,
     On unblemished sand.
                                          Pardee Gunter


       the holiday ends -
       fizzled seafoam glides over
       an ankle-deep shell
                                          Laura Young


          sunny breakfast -
          the great tit leaves the bird-box
          with a piece of shell
                                              Arnold Vermeeren

                                                               


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