Sand Poem, by Dovestoneboy, at My poetic side

You are the essence of time in symbolic shifting thoughts,

One of the massed collective of souls I brush against

washed,tossed and hurled upon the sea’s elemental expanse,

I held you once, tightly gripped in my closeted palm

my fingers, your cradle of skin, bone, of love made flesh.

I should mould you into glass ,the rising heat of intent

crush you into a shape that fits within me,

you are a mirror of inward reflective need again

caught for a moment in the rigid cup of my hand.

I am open now, petals unfurled, and out you seep

streaming through the gaps of light and chance,

sifting your way back to a life you borrowed.

Soon you will be gone, dispersed and scattered

leaving your memories upon my surface

within my shoes and covering of cloth

like so many grains of sand….

psychofemale February 5th, 2019 19:40
wow, this was written beautifully, and what a killer ending to this gem 🙂
sylviasearcher February 6th, 2019 02:34
Beautiful, gentle, connected

Love the imagery and metaphor

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