Unintended Poetry: Shells

Shells

I have weird shell pics:
the golden hour,
the neatest sand textures
and a pile of shots
that are awesome.

I sent 81 to my grandmother
from my last walk on the beach.
They'll be entertaining her well
into February.

I forgot about the frozen jellyfish.
That would have made an awesome abstract
The theme for this week is landscape.
Maybe I can do something neat that way.

Seascapes count as landscapes, don't they?

This batch of discord babble got turned into a cool poem by Hive account@damianjayclay. The babble is mine--it's his editing that makes it poetry. Since I didn't write this "on purpose" and he did the editing, the SBD payout of this post will go to Hive account@tarc instead. I like supporting a charity when I do things by accident, and TARC is an animal rescue in a poverty stricken area of Appalachia, where every penny makes a difference.

We're having a LOT of fun over on Hive account@thewritersblock with unintended poetry in #general. If you're a writer or poet of some sort and want to join in the fun, check out our Discord server.