a frail grain in the sand of time
has died so many times
and is buried underneath;
yet I have taken new birth
rising each time from my grave
sheltering my poor soulwith my armor like body,
defending it
against struggles and tears.
I have carried on my sturdy shoulder
wounds and labor;
each time my knees wobble and collapse
I stand back again,
defying laws;
I have given my soul to wear
a body,
scorched in summer,
with blemishes and scars.
only because
my body has traversed
my body has traversed
the burning noon
it renders
my soul
some shade,
some solace.
12 comments:
definitely makes you think thank you
You captured me with that first line. Beautiful interpretation of the photo.
i like that you describe the soul as..a frail grain in the sand of time..it can die easily if we're not careful..
(from over here, the pic doesn't show up..)
First visit here and I am blown away. A grain of sand never dies but is reborn with each new days to start a new journey. Fantastic concept.
Thanks for sharing
As Glynn stated, I too really like the opening. Sounds like direct address at first, effective. There's a beautiful sound quality to your poem, a winsome flow. Lovely work.
nice. we had some similar thoughts...lovely spun...keep getting back up....
Fascinating. Something new found each time I read it.
Exploration, that to live we must die many times
touching piece, heartfelt depth... beautifully done.
Nailed the spirit of the picture, good stuff.
Beautiful :)
thank you everyone :)
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