Snail Poetry

Sunday, January 6, 2019

Snail Poetry

The time I showed some snail appreciation.

As we walked to go to the mall here one fine evening, I saw something by the side of the road where we parked our car. It was quite a gorgeous one.

After days of monsoon pour, on a patch of vibrant green, as though aiming to go to the mall too, the garden snail, or more aptly, the street snail was having a picnic of sort on a patch of fresh green blades of grass.


I kept as quiet as I can to avoid disturbing the sensitive creature while pointing the phone camera to its direction. I've experienced a few before to know that they would change their direction away from an intrusive presence. I mean, I would too.


A poem came to mind as I appreciated its beauty. Well, it was a different one than the one down below. Enjoy!

Poem title: Snail Poetry

I located a snail
on the green
without a fail
I started to lean in

A snail on a trail
it didn't mind me
a snail catching up
with some green

The snail hovered over the green
it was appreciating
as I was appreciating
the snail on the green

Didn't know if the snail
see me in the way eyes could see
but did my eyes see it?
that indeed they did...

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Well, what did you think about when you read this snail poem? Have you seen snails up-close before? What about them that makes you pause? Share away below! I love reading your thoughts so go on, don't be shy!


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