Thursday, July 26, 2012

The Snail Graveyard

(photograph ©2011, www.Francletography.com) 

The Snail Graveyard


They know-
Somehow they know.
They know where to end up,
Where they are all supposed to die.
But how?

They're here-
All of them: alone, together.
Each found his way, his place,
His spot to die –
In peace.



 © Jill Elizabeth Arent Franclemont



Jill Elizabeth Arent Franclemont, a  former corporate attorney and government relations and health policy executive, walked away (well, skipped actually) from the big-city worlds of corporate and political America and headed for a more literary life (equally challenging, but infinitely more enjoyable).  Visit Jill at All Things Jill-Elizabeth and leave a comment about her poem below.

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I'm so glad you both enjoyed this one! I LOVE this picture - The Husband thought I was nuts, making him take it, but there was something so soothing and compelling about the hundreds of snails all gathered together in one place... It made me think of elephant graveyards (no, I don't know how my brain works!) and mysterious callings of nature, and then the concept of a snail graveyard just jumped into my head and begged to be written down (that happens to me a lot). These snails were all alive though, to the best of my knowledge... :)

Thanks again for your comments - I really appreciate them!
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claudia messelodi · 666 weeks ago

I like the sense of peace, stillness and hope that this poem conveys, very soothing and introspective
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It reminds us that reason has very little to do with the cycle of life and death, doesn't it?
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