tiny grains of sand
washing
from under toes
as the tide moves
in and out
warm breezes
caressing
sunburnt shoulders
sea glass
sifting
through fingers
like confetti
red dust blowing
down a trail
hoodoos ahead
white magic
storm clouds billowing
high
in an azure sky.
C.M.Jackson 2010
those are the moments i would love to have stand still too. excellent magpie writing.
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ReplyDeleteAutumn is almost here...
nicely played...love the sand imagery and the red blowing as well...
ReplyDeleteBeach sand for the hourglass, very clever
ReplyDeleteA beautiful image!
ReplyDeleteyes, i feel like i am running on a beautiful ocean beach here...forgetting about time...bkm
ReplyDeleteI love the way this links the sand grains of time to the grains of sand slipping away under our toes.
ReplyDeletegreat imageries ..
ReplyDeleteDelicious!! Azure is one of my very favorite words. What a treat! xx
ReplyDeleteLoved the way you used sand in an hourglass and sand on the ocean beach. Lovely Magpie!
ReplyDeleteA clever linking of images.
ReplyDeleteI feel like I am standing on the beach.
ReplyDeleteThe photo stands still, but your evocative images of sand moving between toes as tides become your living hourglass and on to clouds in your azure sky do not. You are saying a snapshot is not living but you are. (I think, and enjoyed).
ReplyDeletegreat comparison of time to the tides and shifting sand,sea glass and dust Well done
ReplyDeletebeautiful, the shifting of this piece, like sand and time
ReplyDeleteRene
Well Done. Love the vision.
ReplyDeleteI love your magpie, I like the picture you paint with your words.
ReplyDeleteI could see it all with your words. Great Magpie.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, I love the images and emotions that your words evoked in me...thank you.
ReplyDeleteWonderful Magpie.
Lovely..just swept me along, another grain of sand..thank you!
ReplyDeleteDelightful evocation of that all too rare feeling of being forever 'in the moment.'
ReplyDeleteNice little piece!!
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yummy tale.
ReplyDeleteReally love the nature aspect of your special magpie.
ReplyDeleteGreat ways to spend time! I love how the sand and dust blow through your poem, even as time stands still.
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