Death shared a picture on your timeline
by Massimo Soranzio
A turtle stranded on the beach today
Caused life to be suspended, then and there.
People crowded the shore on that spot, they
Took selfies, or looked sad—but did they care?
I watched the scene from a distance and saw
Its deep-sea green carapace spotted white
By harmless barnacles, whose only flaw
Is, they’ll move only if they hold on tight.
Well, I don’t really like corpses, you know,
And I felt kind of sick when I was told
It was missing one eye, a dreadful show
(Yet quite attractive to some) to behold.
A meaningful, long life suddenly ends—
What stays is someone’s picture shared with friends.
AUTHOR’S PHOTO CAPTION: The same beach, with people concentrating on something else one summer later. This is Grado, on the northern Adriatic coast.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: I was participating in an online workshop a couple of summers ago, and I had a deadline to write a poem adhering to some metrical form. I have always been in love with the sonnet form, which is often present in my poems in some variation, even when I apparently write in free verse. Anyway, I had spent my day at the beach with my family, and I still had in mind this unpleasant episode, so I decided to write a sonnet about it. (The text has been revised a few times since.)
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Massimo Soranzio writes on the northern Adriatic coast of Italy, about 20 miles from Trieste. He teaches English as a foreign language and English literature in a high school, and has been a journalist, a translator, and a freelance lecturer on Modernist literature and literary translation. He took part in the Found Poetry Review’s National Poetry Month challenges Oulipost (2014) and PoMoSco (2015), and in a virtual tour around the world with an international group of poets on foundpoetryfrontiers.org.
I loved this one before and I still do. I am currently at the beach and saw a dead horseshoe crab this morning. They are less likely than sea turtles to inspire poetry. 🙂
Thanks, Barbara! Well, “horseshoe crab” does not sound very poetic, but there are poems on crabs… You’ve made me think of a vivid image haunting my memories for many years, about which I would have liked to write but still haven’t: years ago, on holiday in Normandy, I saw seagulls attacking huge crabs (they reminded me of the devil crabs I had tasted in Louisiana), opening their shells with their beaks…
Do you know about horseshoe crabs? I will send you some photos on FB because I think they are a species with a limited habitat. Very ancient species and very odd looking.
Nice work and a most enjoyable read!Kudos to you!
Thank you, Sofia, that’s very kind of you!
You are kindly welcome, Massimo!Have a beautiful Thursday!
Bravo Massimo! My dad spent his vacations, every summer, in Grado and sometimes I’ll follow him up there. About the poem, I enjoy the feelings you put into it as well as the form, compact and clean, and the choice of words. It’s a nice piece.
Thank you Anna! I have only seen your comment today, sorry if my reply comes so late… Do contact me next time you happen to be in Grado!