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Date Added: September 07, 2005 16:09:23 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Sand



 


I drift in places only known to me.
You can come and you can go,
I live alone within this dream, below,
No lingering doubt of what will be.

In the sun's hot rays I basked in my youth.
To shatter at the cold touch of moon and stars,
Countless times, left feeling insignificant.
No longer can you count on me.

Once I was a rock, so proud.
Standing tall against the hill country sky.
Cracked and weathered into sand am I.
Swept away to sea by wind and rain.

 

  

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Comment By: Freeguest_writer on February 28, 2017 10:20:45 PM Report
This is beautiful and profound. 
Comment By: FreeThomas Pender on June 11, 2011 06:30:28 PM Report


Time moves...and all is change...mountains to the sea...seas to mountain peaks...the ever moving story of creation.


I like this Poem very much.......lovely images

Comment By: PremiumMelanie on November 21, 2006 08:34:19 AM Report
This is an absolutely beautiful metaphor.

The aging process is so difficult for me.

Once a rock, I am slowly but surely dissolving into mere sand also.

Thanks for sharing,

Melanie




Comment By: FreeThe Mystic Poet on October 13, 2006 12:34:35 AM Report
Penned with Perfect Precision!
Comment By: Freeleahlopez on October 8, 2006 11:58:11 AM Report
nicely written. x
Comment By: FreeGlata on September 27, 2006 10:15:38 AM Report

Rich...this is amazing! But you know...you're much stronger than you ever imagined. Sand, blown by the wind, can be a force to be dealt with. Rocks can't be molded and shaped by gentle hands...but sand can. When the right hands gather the remains of your heart back together and fashion it back into the proper shape and design, you'll know that everything will be as it's supposed to be.


A great write...and one that more and more of us can relate to.


Sending hugs!


Glata


Comment By: FreeLeonard Wilson on December 22, 2005 09:11:19 PM Report
I live in an area where desert meets the timberline..It amazes me to know that it all was ocean for so long that all the stones were rubbed into sand..This is what poetry should look like, Richard..Well penned, my friend...Happy Hondadays to you and yours..Ho Ho Ho...len
Comment By: FreePamela A. Lamppa on October 16, 2005 12:08:33 PM Report
Wow. Even without the graphic, this piece holds somelovely visuals,...no lingering doubt of what will be. Very nicely done. I enjoyed this a great deal. ~Pam
Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on September 7, 2005 05:09:50 PM Report
RICH,
AS I READ THIS .. THE SANDS WITH ITS SPASHING WAVES IS SWEPT AWAY..INTO THE COOLNESS OF IT WATER BREATH ..PUT PUSHED BACK TO BUILD A ROCK THAT WITHSTANDS
THE WINDS AND RAIN OF PAIN ..THIS IS BEAUTIFUL..ANOTHER I WILL PRINT TO READ ONCE AGAIN..
.ALWAYS HUGS ~ SHE
Comment By: FreeThe Bag Lady on September 7, 2005 05:01:32 PM Report
Outstanding, Richard~
From great elegance of the rock,
to the sand pebble~ I loved it
from start to finish....
Margaret...the bag lady





 


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