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.
The 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).
25 comments:
those are the moments i would love to have stand still too. excellent magpie writing.
Nice.
Autumn is almost here...
nicely played...love the sand imagery and the red blowing as well...
Beach sand for the hourglass, very clever
A beautiful image!
yes, i feel like i am running on a beautiful ocean beach here...forgetting about time...bkm
I love the way this links the sand grains of time to the grains of sand slipping away under our toes.
great imageries ..
Delicious!! Azure is one of my very favorite words. What a treat! xx
Loved the way you used sand in an hourglass and sand on the ocean beach. Lovely Magpie!
A clever linking of images.
I feel like I am standing on the beach.
The 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).
great comparison of time to the tides and shifting sand,sea glass and dust Well done
beautiful, the shifting of this piece, like sand and time
Rene
Well Done. Love the vision.
I love your magpie, I like the picture you paint with your words.
I could see it all with your words. Great Magpie.
Beautiful, I love the images and emotions that your words evoked in me...thank you.
Wonderful Magpie.
Lovely..just swept me along, another grain of sand..thank you!
Delightful evocation of that all too rare feeling of being forever 'in the moment.'
Nice little piece!!
:)
yummy tale.
Really love the nature aspect of your special magpie.
Great ways to spend time! I love how the sand and dust blow through your poem, even as time stands still.
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