Whispers from the Sand

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Hannah Rousselot (she/her) is a queer French-American poet, writer, and educator. Her poetry has appeared in many publications, including Parentheses Magazine, The McNeese Review, The Blue Nib, and  [+]

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The seashells near the ocean
where I grew up are storytellers.

Every morning, feet burning in the sand
(yellow, the sun) I run to listen

to what they have to say. They tell me
about creatures that live in darkness

so profound they make their own light.
They tell me about forgotten things:

bottles, diapers, shoes, cars, rings,
rusted metal and disintegrating paper.

They tell me about fragility, and how
that can be strength, too. When I leave

and walk back home, I remember
their voices, but not their words.


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Tony Martello · ago
I enjoyed the personification! Check out my story, "Maize of Color" entered in the America : color it in contest and vote if you are interested: https://short-edition.com/en/story/short-fiction/maize-of-color

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Keith Simmonds · ago
Symbols and images in the sands of time that tell their own stories!
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Houda Belabd · ago
I got so carried away with this poem that I already got a tan.
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Mary Tabor · ago
Your couplets speak volumes. So glad to have found you and this gorgeous poem. The paradoxes here of the ugly and the beautiful ring so true. Well-done! --Mary
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Prithvijeet Sinha · ago
You illuminated your worldview with wisdom in few words. That's the true power of poetry and you have succeeded in conveying the haunting conscience of our environmental crusaders, especially in the era of Greta Thunberg.
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Kristy Roser Nuttall · ago
This is such a beautiful poem!! I love the idea of seashells being storytellers. Your language and imagery are lovely. I am a beach comber at heart and I love to find beach treasures and I also try to pick up any garbage I find on the beach. One time a man asked me if I worked at a restaurant near a beach I was cleaning up, I just looked up at him and said, "We all work here." What I meant is, we're all part of this planet, and it's everyone's "job" to take care of it. I'm not sure he got all that, but maybe he thinks about my words sometimes and picks up a stray water bottle that would have gotten tangled into a sea turtle.

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