Posted by chrisnelson61
Watching sand trace patterns as it runs
From one hand slowly into the other
And then on and ever on
Filling palms on its way –
And wondering and wondering
For how long will this amuse
And considering the joke as grains get trapped
Like memories I can’t displace
Thoughts I can not lose –
Images of you somewhere beyond
Somewhere above counting, counting
And dreaming of new ways to hold us
Creating new colours on which to dwell
Pictures which blind the eye –
Accustomed now to the caressing sand which
Speaks in aging tones
An endless wheel on which to hang
And glorify the hopes to which our hands cling –
A falsehood that has been draped with
Careless abandon across our shoulder
And embraces now heavy with tears
As I still fathom the joke
Thank you so much for featuring this poem on your wonderful site, Anne-Marie. I hope your readers enjoy it, and do let me know, if your daughter wants to use it, how she gets on.
Take care.
Chris
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The thanks are all due from me to you, Chris and to other friends here who are giving so generously of their work. It’s my pleasure to feature such a range of talent. This poem blew me away when I read it, again and again. I’ll let you know how Rachel gets on. Thank you again for sharing your poem here. Any time at all.x
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