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Sea Shell ashtray

03 Jul

 

   Walking Rye Beach mid-morning, I got lucky. Swept against the rocks, by its fierce ocean parents, I kicked up in shallow sand, a whole, still intact, not easy to find on Rye’s rocky coast a half of a clam shell. Yup! I got lucky. Cause’ just up the street to Hampton Beach, they cost a pretty penny. I slipped it into my pocket.

    When I got home, I brushed, with my fingers, any sand that would remind it, other than where it came from… other than where it is.

I did the same with the pocket I carried it. Turning it inside out and shaking everything free, every tidal grain of beach sand. Knowing I wouldn’t get it all.

I placed it on a table, on my porch. I heard, without ears, spirits, east, west, south, and north… applauding me for a gift well received.

    Anyway, it sits on a small iron table next to my chair. And, once in a while, having my morning cigarette and coffee, or, my evening cigarette and tea, I often wonder where you went? Were you boiled, fried, or, slithered down someone’s or something’s throat? Or maybe, your shell was cast away with a porpoise’s kiss and lives as a child of Poseidon, dancing your life away to the contemporary bands of Atlantis.

    I think of you… leaving this shell for me and my cigarette, whether through sacrifice or a beloved life. I still keep this gift, left for me— to find.

 

Hard life floating smoke

Seashell sits empty in bliss

Happy cigarette.

Ash tray Sea Shell frame

 
 

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16 responses to “Sea Shell ashtray

  1. gillena

    August 8, 2016 at 4:04 pm

    ZQ thanks for linking in and sharing at my Sunday Lime this week

    much love…

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  2. dsnake1

    July 5, 2016 at 10:57 am

    the clam will come back in another life as a chain smoker.
    loved your haibun, all those little details. 🙂

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  3. gillena

    July 4, 2016 at 6:28 pm

    really luv this haibun, and the meditation your sea gift brings you
    Thanks for linking to my Sunday Lime

    much love…

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  4. Magaly Guerrero

    July 4, 2016 at 11:59 am

    Nature’s gift offered such versatility…

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  5. thotpurge

    July 4, 2016 at 12:14 am

    This poem that wonders about the clam shell that quietly collects cigarette ash… makes me wonder about life….!!

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  6. Rosemary Nissen-Wade

    July 3, 2016 at 7:29 pm

    Rye? Hampton Beach? You transport me back to my old home in bayside Melbourne but I suppose these names have been taken by early English migrants to other countries too. In any case, I am a beachcombing collector of shells, and used many as ashtrays, long ago when I smoked. I enjoyed every detail of your beautiful haibun.

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  7. Susan

    July 3, 2016 at 6:29 pm

    Nicely done. I used to get my poetry along with cigarettes, too. Now I use the shells as soap dishes! Is it odd that I have never kept a shell of an animal that I actually ate?

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  8. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

    July 3, 2016 at 3:26 pm

    Not that I smoke, but if I did a seashell woul be perfect to put the ash.

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  9. Jae Rose

    July 3, 2016 at 2:44 pm

    When an ashtray gives you a story at the beginning of any day it’s a good gift!

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  10. Suyash J

    July 3, 2016 at 2:21 pm

    That is incredibly poignant imagery. And I’ve had a lot of sea shell ashtrays over the last 3 years. Wonderful.

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  11. Mary

    July 3, 2016 at 1:46 pm

    What a wonderful gift you were given, and you definitely put it to good use!

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  12. Sanaa Rizvi

    July 3, 2016 at 1:22 pm

    Such a gorgeous haibun 🙂

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  13. Donna@Living From Happiness

    July 3, 2016 at 12:52 pm

    The gifts of the sea….so simple and yes we never get rid of all the sand but that is the gift…the sea stays with us.

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  14. Sherry Marr

    July 3, 2016 at 12:15 pm

    I LOVE finding gifts from the sea on the beach. Love your reflections on where the happy clam may have gone. Smiles.

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  15. Sumana Roy

    July 3, 2016 at 12:05 pm

    a beautiful haibun…a Happy cigarette is too dangerous though 😦

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  16. Paul F. Lenzi

    July 3, 2016 at 11:32 am

    have a few such ashtrays myself

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