SANDCASTLES
SANDCASTLES
The purest meditation
is that of a child at play
molding grains of sand
into a beautiful castle
like the one he has in
mind, not distracted
by the roar of the ocean
at his back nor by thoughts
of the rising tides and
the waves of time
that will so soon wash away
all trace of his creation.
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This is a beautiful poem! Thank you!
Dennis, thanks for the kind words. I value your responses to my poems.
Yes! Honestly, you’ve really hit the mark with the way in which you built this poem into what it means to construct a sandcastle, the innocence of childhood, and the smack to the heart full of such realizations that each day is a grain of sand spent moving towards a future.
weird that they sell seashells by the seashore when they are so readily available
maybe not tho
I’m in love with this poem, perhaps because it says so much with so few words.
Gaby, thanks for your perceptive response to the poem!