Are these whorls
a shell's fingerprints?
Or only
signs of time
spiralling beyond knowing
of either man or mollusc?
Which life force
teaches them to grow
according
to numbers
whose elegant mastery
a shell's fingerprints?
Or only
signs of time
spiralling beyond knowing
of either man or mollusc?
Which life force
teaches them to grow
according
to numbers
whose elegant mastery
creates their fragile beauty?
With thanks to Tess at Magpie Tales.
wow! this is stunning:)
ReplyDelete"Or only
signs of time
spiralling beyond knowing
of either man or mollusc?"
brilliant!
The perfection is certainly a mystery.
ReplyDeleteIt does provoke thought...
ReplyDeleteThis stunning I love the concept of the shell's fingerprints
ReplyDeleteYour work amazes me. I love the idea of a shell's fingerprints. Lovely
ReplyDeleteIt is true. The smallest thing a door to the mystery of the universe. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteLovely poser here!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. I thought the ridges looked like fingerprints as well.
ReplyDeletenature never ceases to amaze me. Stellar poetry
ReplyDelete"Are these whorls
ReplyDeletea shell's fingerprints?"
what an interesting question...
Wonders of the Universe, my friend.
ReplyDeletePure Nature.
A lovely little meditation.
ReplyDeleteSo simple.
Stunning... yet very meditative. Simple lines carry so much within and between.
ReplyDeleteIt's the last question you pose that led to my poem. When I could not locate an adequate explanation to how they formed those shells you describe so beautifully, I focused on the creature inside, and its carnivorous ways. LOL
ReplyDeleteinsightful.
ReplyDeletethat's what make your work stand out.
:)
nice - noticing the smallest of details is a gift that few possess.
ReplyDeleteI could not find philosophy within myself today, but I'm so glad others, like you, could do it.
ReplyDelete— K
Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel
Great description and reflection. Wonderful thoughts!
ReplyDeleteProvocative and lovely!
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely love your thoughts here. More coincidence; I wanted to use the word "whorls", thought it was perfect, but it did not fit my final direction. Great use here and a wonderful poem!
ReplyDeleteThe life force is all the same..as you so wisely show. This is as exquisite as the shell itself.
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely-- i learned today that Darwin was stymied by the appearance of the crustaceans-- you might enjoy what Wikipedia has to say about shells..you and I had something of the same approach to the prompt-- xxxj
ReplyDelete ..shells are one of the most perfect forms of beauty for me… and i believe those whorls are God’s fingerprints…scattered in the ocean for us to be reminded every time we hold one…that we hold God’s hand as well and that His voice echoed from those shells singing love songs for us.. thank you for the reflection today… i really enjoyed reading your crafts…(:
ReplyDeleteBrightest blessings.
~Kelvin
Luv it, well captured, thought provoking.
ReplyDeleteVery deep. Beautiful words to roll around the tongue.
ReplyDeleteI love that you touch on the mystery of the sea shell.
ReplyDeleteAs always, a lovely poem including unique the photo close-up.
ReplyDeleteLovely, Jinksy!
ReplyDeleteThoughtful, solid.
ReplyDeleteI so love the sea and its' treasures and your words give this image more than justice. Nicely done!
ReplyDeleteLove how you turned the shell
ReplyDeleteInto a great write to tell
Capturing the image well
And making both just gel
Enjoyed the read, nice one!
Thoughtful imagery.
ReplyDeleteQuite profound my friend. Bravo!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
That's a worthy meditation for any day!
ReplyDeleteInteresting idea :O)
ReplyDeleteDear Jinksy: "Which life form teaches them" A very brilliant and stellar "spiralling" shell to teach us this! Wisdom found in these simple life forms amazes me.
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