The sand slips through me, not only my hands; but all of my.
My body lies on the shore, lapped by the disinterested tide.
The sands take the form of my body and stand on two legs before me.
Then suddenly, they change. Becoming something old and knotted, something
newly aged.
The Sand walks to the edge of the water, ready to fall back into it's self.
The tide rises and falls, taking the Sand with it.
The whole of life's mystery rests within the sand and the wave that rules it.
Author notes
This poem fits into a lot of catagories, but mostly it's something I found true in the right light.
A contest entry
- Picture Inspired # 5 by cirque du soleil.
300 points, ended December 8, 2007, 9 entries
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Comments
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Very well written. Good imagery and content.
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Wonderfully Perceptive!
Your words and images are lush with form and meaning.
You have done an excellent job in your vivid portrals for this prompt and contest.
Bravo!
David
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