What Lies Beneath The Ocean's Floor

I'm a Greeter...I don't have a badge...I don't think...should I have one...yes/no? Rosina xena465

Ann of Norway "Sea shells drift upon the shore Her waves delicate, her froth so fine What lies beneath ocean’s floor" As if you even thought for a moment I didn't know what sea shells were, I have mentioned on one of Nina's comments I made the conch shell and hearing her poem through it as you might say. The thing that baulked me was the fact the the sea shells had a gender, "sea shell's she was very fine" would make sense then, to me; and they didn't seem to to me that's all Mona. Now, having looked up, the genre the villanelle, a lovely word to start with, I realise I am totally unequipped to criticise or comment on this poem of yours and bow out in ignorance, I am not a scholar of poetry, I only comment from my own knowledge and feeling for poetry and that applies to all my comments. It doesn't mean that I don't know of the actual styles in every case, but the terminology and rules are not known per se. So do please forgive me if I can't give you any stars or good words of encouragement on a poetry I know little about. Good luck to you in the competition though that I wish for you magic Mona of the Floridian waters, and sea shells must abound in your vicinity. Not sure I want to be put in a straight jacket of a style and still feel that I can create a poem naturally I don't work like that, its like any genre within the arts, ballet for instance i was best at freestyle dance, in Ikebana, Japanese flower arranging there again there are strict rules for so many flowers this and that length in exact proportions and there too i was best at the freestyle Ikebana. I could boast here but I won't!!! No need to send me shells I have them in my many odd collections of things from nature and more, well I get complaints but in my house in Flatdal where I am the boss, so to speak, there I can own whatever junk I wish and there's plenty of that; I have even sent Joe some of my bits and pieces and he has not commented on them, so!!!!!! Some peoples junk is another persons art, just ask Esker he knows; don't you Steven? I must almost mention here as it was on the Norwegian news just now, a man who was an artist ( he could almost have eclipsed Andy Warhol(SH!!) ) He became a junkie and tramp sleeping in the freezing weather outdoors in the streets of Oslo, now he has been discovered!!!!!!!!! And his work sells for millions, his mother had been told by a passing Gypsy that she would give birth to a son who would become world famous but only i his later years, he is 68 and lo and behold Famous. Its a weird old world isn't it? Love to you as aye Ann