On that distant beach
Holding on tight
To the sand, captured
In the little chubby hands
Trying to hold on
Trying to contain;
Forging a bond
Where none exists,
Anymore.
You are the sand
Escaping through the gaps
Slithering away quicker
Than I can grasp...
I give up
Accept defeat
I let go
Opening my palms
I watch the sand
Carried away by the wind
Swirling in it
As if rejoicing
The freedom, the flight
I watch the sand
Disappointment plays
On my face
I glance down
At the hands
That tried to grasp on
And I see
A few grains of sand
Clinging onto them
I see and I smile
And I raise my hand
In a final goodbye.
The final goodbyes are faced by all
Everyone lets the grains go
In the end those left behind
Hold on strong for
They know all about the
Pains it cause.
Thank you The Perfect Poets Cafe
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20 comments:
loved the imagery..and am sure the left over grains of sand are precious :)
I like. Powerful.
And somehow I think if you had left out the picture and just started with I grip the sand tighter, as in left out both the picture and the child altogether, it would have been far more gripping. I love it when poetry speaks and creates imagery for itself. :)
But otherwise I really liked it.
sad kar dia teri poem ne.
Hai mera bachpan!
on serious note... I liked it.
The only thing missing is I guess, something like a
'Where none exists,
Anymore.' for the yousection also.
Thanks :)......yes the remaining grains are extremely precious and that is why i was as reluctant as a little child to let go of them in the first place.
Do the grains of memory ever leave you? But loved the optimistic ending- or should I say another beginning? Do keep posting regularly:)
old enough to smile n wave goodbye...thats good....
someone has to grow n if its u then its worth making the sun proud of its sunshine.....
I wanted to be like that too.
well plotted poetry.
enjoy the rally!
I like the imagery of this.
The few grains of sand left in the hand are extremely powerful.
Nice one!
We can't have the entire beach of our desires, but we can enjoy the few grains that remain. Super write. Great skill. I enjoyed this much.
http://henryclemmonspoet.blogspot.com/2011/06/just-man-recording-is-above.html
Such a beautiful poem thanks :)
Beautiful imagery.
Sometimes something is only ours once we let it go.
The sand may disappear but, you will always have the memories.
Lovely prose, thanks for sharing.
Beautiful imagery.
Sometimes something is only ours once we let it go.
The sand may disappear but, you will always have the memories.
Lovely prose, thanks for sharing.
"You are the sand
Escaping through the gaps
Slithering away quicker
Than I can grasp...
I give up
Accept defeat
I let go"
Sometimes letting go can be more liberating than holding onto... what is slipping past us...
Cheers--- Awesome write,
Jen
Such moving imagery and the picture complimented it perfectly I love the end too the sense of letting go what you can't hold
It's almost a description of life. Appreciating the beauty of it and seeing how it slips away.
Thanks
You surprised me at the end. Yes, no matter how hard we grasp the things we want to keep, they always slip away. Life demands it. But your grains left stuck to your hands speak of the good we are left with after the experience is gone. A comfortable thought worth remembering. Thanks
Love this poem. Letting the sand just scatter in the wind as you wave goodbye is beautiful.
and I smile too to the beauty of this poem :)
Sand is so fascinating--the way it can be molded and shaped into giant sandcastles, yet comes unglued at the slightest wave. And the way at feels as you sift it through your fingers. As a child, I don't think I ever held onto sand. It was more fun to sift it and watch the breeze take it where it would, wind-born ripples. Sorry for the ramble--enjoyed your poem.
Fascinating poem with beautiful imagery.
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