The first five verses are inspired by the death of a poor little starfish when I was 13; the sixth (!) verse references the first poem I remember writing, when I was 12, it happened to be about my favorite marine animal.
Amid shells and sand,
A perfect, ruby sea star:
collection worthy.
Nobody warned me:
a sea star with moving feet
is a living thing.
Sea stars are not meant
to dry out in a hot car-
Leave them in the sea.
After a lone week,
the grand sea star liquefied:
A young kid's victim.
No souvenir, just
sea star murdering guilt to
haunt my memories*
My first real poem:
Dolphins swam the moonlit sea...
Symbolic escape.
Lovely penned haiku ~ I can feel the ocean life all around me from your words ~ Happy Weekend ^_^
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