Twenty-four hours to turn
So they say
That much time to earn
A new day
Not just any new day
I am told
This one will make me
Very old
Turnin’ sixty-five today
Must be time
To begin my play
In good rhyme
Twenty-four hours to turn
This year ’round
Makin’ what I can
‘Fore I drown
–Victoria Emmons, Copyright 2015
Purple urchins tossed
Into seaweed mountains
Crushed by a wave
Sandy coins washed
Ashore under driftwood
Sculpted by the sea
Shards of blue porcelain
Chiseled over time
Piled by change
Castles of sea foam
Dance in ocean meadows
Vanquished by wind
Nature unleashed
Through powers unknown
So who sculpted me?
–Victoria Emmons, © 2014
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