Sandcastle
sand sits in the shape of a castle
breathing by the blue waves
she sits happy to be a castle
more than just fragments of golden sand
a creation a new shape
something more than just fragments of golden sand sitting by the sea
now she’s inches higher
standing , a castle
away from the green grass
golden hues turned into something more
because now she’s standing a few inches higher
thankful to the girl who made her
to be given the chance
to be something more
even if it only lasts a moment
a few hours or a day
she is now a castle
something more than she once was
helped by that girl
who decided she wanted to reinvent the sand
to create a castle with her own hands
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My place is full of sand. I took the garden sand-pit indoors on a chilly night, to keep it warm! lol.
Brilliant! Straight to my faves
Thankyou crow π
so much depth, simply beautiful
dear Poet
Thankyou Mek π appreciate your support on my poetry . Glad you liked this one
Wonderfully done Violet! I admire the way you can metaphorize nature in so many ways to mirror our own selves and our emotions. This was done fantastically!
Hello Rocky β¦ Thankyou π I like writing this way , just feels nice . So glad you enjoyed this . I like to think of things which have no feelings and give them a voice .. I donβt know , I guess Iβm speaking of my feelngs a little in this .. that feeling of being a bit more whole and centred rather than feeling scattered like those seperate bits of sand
And we both know that when the tides comes and wrecks the castle it's a great opportunity to build higher tomorrow... to create better worlds every day.
I'm loving your new wave of poetry Charlotte.
Thankyou dusk π glad your enjoying my poetry . Yes , Iβm liking writing these poems . Completely ., build the castle a bit higher and maybe the castle will be a bit stronger next time
I feel in your poem the experience of doing something just for the joy of it. Building that sandcastle is to be immersed in something tangible, concentrating only on the here and now. We need to loose ourselves every now and then. Beautifully written and evocative.
My children would rebuild their sandcastle everytime it was destroyed by the waves. They would move up the beach and never give up. It's life. Keep going, stay strong. Well done.
Super words Violet.
Andy
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