The sand
of sorrow’s touch
parch their fragments
as flecks, dried
upon my feet –
sparkles drained
from vacant cast.
Under glow’s silence,
awakening brings patterns,
lingering thoughts
of measured walk,
aching -
lamentations throbbed
as footprints.
Then, beside the tied
of tomorrow’s day,
where storms might lash
their bare, the ocean
gives comfort –
my feet are cleansed
at water’s edge.
In a list
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt by Sandygram.
650 points, ended September 7, 2008, 22 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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This poem ebbs and flows with beauty and emotion as it wanders the beach, searches answers in the ocean. A beautiful write.
A pleasure to read this Sunday morning. Thank you for entering. Best of luck. Sandy
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Thank you Sandy,
the HM is appreciated. It was the sea I missed most besides my family when I was in Germany. Frans
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An interesting take on the prompt..A lovely direction, and I can see and feel the sand on my feet and the waves coming and washing them as you share so vividly through imagery this whole scene!
Magnificently done! Bookmarked!
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You always show such intense remorse ...
within your humble soul ... And then the exulting realization: never too tainted to be cleansed ... And the feet, walking the path of life, suddenly are purified in direction and in intent.
Beautiful poem. Please walk on my behalf, too, there on the beautiful beaches of my beloved Port Elizabeth. I remember how I swam totally alone as a child of eleven in the ocean at King's Beach, Humewood, and even challenged the rocky shore of Pollock Beach!
Myra
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Wonderfully Refreshing!!!
Absolutely beautiful, and I love your flowing metaphor. Best of luck to you in the contest. Peace, Cyn
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