Tuesday 6 August 2013

Sandcastles - a poem

packed tight, the sand holds shape
packed tight, the form is still
frozen in time, fixed in place
tears have stopped flowing
anger heats and dries the shape
grains fall, slowly
carelessly the form collapses in on itself
breaking and falling apart
waiting for the tears to form,
to fall
and form a new shape from the old.

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Thank you for taking the time to read and comment. I try to reply to as many as I can either here or by email. <3 LJx