Wayzata, Minnesota

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Words Count With Mama Zen - 23 July 2014

Another challenge from Imaginary Garden and Real Toads, with Mama Zen.

Mama Zen recently attended Formed in Stone: The Natural Beauty of Fossils, an exhibit featuring macro digital photographs involving some of earth's earliest life.  In 60 words or less she offers an open theme.  We can use her images or not.  I'm using one of the three she posted.

Image by Mama Zen


From a seabed
in all the world's oceans
Starfish stir.

If we let them.

The Sand Sifting Sea Star
dressed in
of brown and beige.
Were these once 
your spine covered arms?

I sense
your mere lifeless
crying for all the world
to love all creatures of the sea.

you, oh faithful urchin hunter.
This fossil bears
your print


Arushi Ahuja said...

"bears your print evermore"
so resonating and beautiful!! loved it!!

TexWisGirl said...

will our own presence be felt someday?

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Reminds me of collecting bleached sand dollars at the beach on summer vacation.

Jim said...

Karen, your poem here seems to be an invitation to imagine. I was trying to see or imagine those "spine covered arms."

Cloudia said...

urchins, sea stars. . . dreamers, you & me

ALOHA from Honolulu
=^..^= <3

Anonymous said...

wistful and an honor to that long-gone hunter ~

Fireblossom said...

You're preaching to the choir! I love sea creatures. I want to be a selkie myself!

Other Mary said...

I think we should let them.

Stacy Lynn said...

'were they once your spine covered arms' i love how this leads my thought into reincarnation, the re-birthing of starmatter...the mystery of life and creation.


what a great contribution to our blog world!!! Excellent. Really makes one think long and hard.

DeniseinVA said...

I absolutely loved this post, brilliant poetry!!!

Karen S. said...

Tex- absolutely, evermore.

jo-hanna said...

interesting to think of the urchin as a starfish with its five arms folded.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Excellent poem from first line to last - not a word out of place.

Bodhirose said...

Sets the feeling of wistfulness for me in your beautiful words...wonderful.

Mama Zen said...

If only people would listen!

Margaret said...

"a print"… All things are unique - each special - and yet, do we consider this as we waste and harm?