Life’s playing
at water’s edge is but wetness,
permitting
at surf’s recede,
a joyful bliss.
In soothe of surf’s sound,
there’s safety in
pristine unity,
and purity in
care’s innocence.
For now,
mind’s thought,
will withdraw to wane and
vanish behind reality’s blind.
Author notes
Image - Children Playing at Seashore by Edward Henry Potthast
In a list
A contest entry
- prompt inspired 20 entries 50 words or less by Grey Mouser.
625 points, ended November 17, 2007, 11 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Wonderful take on the prompt. Capturing the essence of childlike wonder being overcome by the way reality blinds us to our simple joys of youth. Thanks for entering into the contest.
Be well and be blessed,
Mouser -
A lovely interpretation ...
of the picture. As always, you are the philosopher, looking into both action and emotion, weaving your thoughts into snapshots of life, in a most auditive way. I especially loved the alliterative s-sounds, which simulated the hush and the splashes of sea ...
As a matter of perspective, the title for me also indicated that we are often unaware of the perils of life's ocean, playing at the edge. My sons used to be life savers at Herold's Bay for years; they often told me of the ignorance of even adults of the dangers of the sea, and how those also endangered the lives of life savers. I think this is a common trait in the stubborn: to not care how their choices influence others.
A deep lesson surfing these tranquil words.
Well done, Frans and good luck in the contest.
Love
Myra
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Just a sweet piece. loved it.
best wishes to you in this contest.
Tory -
Wonderful
Very vivid and moving poem. Best of luck in the contest.
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Hi Frans,
Your words have added to the beauty of the painting.
Reality is blind, we have it all around us, in our lives in our children. I love to sit back and watch my children play, i love it mostly when they laugh.
Thanks for sharing this with us.
God bless you and yours.
Slán Dolores xx
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Precious Write
This poem swept me away. I loved your write here, it is so true that if we are to be like little children our life's feel so much more free. The title Reality's Blind and the first line Life's playing and the last line vanish behind reality's blind, and thank God for that. Oh how I'd love to be one of those little innocent children right about now. Excellent write, good luck in the contest, Blessings Kelle Marie, stavykm
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