Under the midday sun,
in that incessant humming of the sea,
breeze ruffling your hair,
you stared at the small depressions
on the sand;
footsteps of a child
who has had a morning of freedom.
Retraced those footsteps,
trying to follow to the end,
but they circled back.
In that evening light,
a little girl laughed:
“Look, Mom, that crazy man
is going round and round.”
Said the mom:
“No, my darling, he is not.
I do the same,
when you are around.”
...and the sea's humming goes on...
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Rebellion In Sanity (Pseudonym) (
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Nicely done. Your poem depicts a moment at the beach, focusing on the interactions between a mother and her child as they observe a man retracing a child's footsteps in the sand. It contrasts the carefree spirit of childhood with the adult's interpretation of that freedom.
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This poem can be taken in various ways by the child whose steppes he is following sees his behavior as crazy, an adult sees his behavior as theirs having done themselves, the man himself gets lost in his own behavior only recognizing its futility after a while, the reader that sees meaning in it all. Are we not all the same it the development of the vision of our behaviors having to grow and step back from them to see their meaning. A fave
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You are most welcome this one is special in my mind, when it is good it is good
Five minutes on the beach, all the kids start to look the same.
You can see why adults go around in circles going crazy when they can't see them.
This is why I connect them to a thirty-foot chain.
🤣🤣🤣 30 ft chain...what a visual. Thank you very much for your visit and wonderful comment.🙏
This felt familiar in a human way. How often care is misunderstood until someone names it for what it is. You captured that quiet truth with real compassion. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
You hit the nail on the head, as usual. Thank you so very much 🙏
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One thing we notice that we don't mind when children make us go round in circles but we lose temper when adults do so...
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This circles tenderness without ever naming it, lets love show itself sideways and human.
That last echo of the sea feels earned—quiet, sad, and devastating in the best way.
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innocent question so wisely answered - very mature interpretation
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you are welcome - take care, and keep them coming
He’s chasing shadows and memories,
but the laughter makes it feel like home.
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quite lovely
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