Shifting Sand
Rocks that turn to sand
and sand that turns to glass
changing shapes that rise and fall
shifting landscapes of time
does anything ever really disappear?
Lost within the shifting sand
how will we rebuild?
A land of castles surrounded
by water we can't drink.
Packed into shape by
chubby fingered children
destroyed with the stomp of a foot.
Published by Jillian McCoy
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Excellent poem. :)! rcj
Love this!
I love this kind of poetry. On the surface, it's really cute. Read it again, and deeper meaning insinuates itself...that's what poetry is supposed to be like. I loved it!
Wow, I haven't heard "Black" in years. I guess all ideas are born somewhere. :P
When I read "Shifting Sand," I kept thinking: "It reminds me of something," but I couldn't place it. I'm still not sure, but I think it might be the verse of Pearl Jams' "Black." Well, I guess the whole song is a verse, but specifically, the lyrics: "untouched sheets of clay"; "broken glass"; and "kids at play." Good poem; good song.