Sand Stories
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"Mikrofossils hg" by Hannes Grobe 20:52, 12 November 2006 (UTC), Alfred Wegener Institute for Polar and Marine Research, Bremerhaven, Germany -
sand whispers in a secret language
speaking its tales of love lost on beds of brine
tangled in kelp webs
tended by spiders in the dark.
my toes find purchase
in the last bits
of summer
pulling it toward me
pulling it toward me
as grubs push toward the surface seeking.
i place my ear over them
listening to stories
i used to know in my sleep
as salt tips between us
a concave bed
there's a beautiful magic in this.... all the sand's whisper in secret languages that we used to understand once as kids...and if we take the time still do...smiles
ReplyDeletelines are so evocative specially the beginning...."i place my ear over them / listening to stories" my favorite lines...
ReplyDeleteWow! That was a very special read. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteZQ
the way sand whispers is something I can clearly love...the way my feet walk and I think there's a faint sound.. the thought of grabbing hold of the last of summer is lovely.
ReplyDeleteI like the connection with the sand and the beach that your words convey, Audrey. Enjoy the last bits of summer.
ReplyDeleteOh this is lovely Audrey. Enjoy those last bits of summer.
ReplyDeleteOh, your poem reminds me that indeed we are probably viewing 'the last bits of summer' everywhere & also that I have not been to the sea at all this summer. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteOh, so beautiful!!!
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written with lovely passion and convergence of creation and Spirit. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteAudrey,
ReplyDeleteThis brings me happy memories of great days spent at the beach with my children. The beautiful beaches along the North coast of Northern Ireland...Sand was with us for days after we returned home to the city...Shoes, bags and sand toys!!!
Eileen
This is lovely and I can feel summer drifting out into deeper waters..
ReplyDeleteThere really is a magic as our fingers and toes become one with the sand. It beckons us to play. What a lovely picture as summer ebbs. I hope all is well in your world.
ReplyDeleteI simply CANT BELIEVE how fast summer has gone, feels like it just began and already we are winding down towards fall. I do love fall.....but I object to the sheer PACE of life these days.....3wish it would slow down, I have so much to do!!!!!! I relate to your title, as I just wrote a sand poem too the other day.......beautiful work, kiddo.
ReplyDelete"beds of brine" and "kelp webs"---stunning imagery you've created here!
ReplyDeleteI love listening to their secret language ~ Lovely work as always Audrey ~
ReplyDeleteMy thoughts too!
DeleteI can feel the sand between my toes too reading these. k.
ReplyDeleteVery fine! I love how you used the form as a way of climbing into the sand and therefore the universe.
ReplyDeleteOh that magical susurration of the sea telling stories and illustrating them with long dead sea shells.
ReplyDeleteMy goodness that was beautiful, Audrey! Bravo!
ReplyDeleteI love the notion of sand having stories to tell - all the way back to antiquity. This is beautifully expressed, so soothing to the spirit.
ReplyDeleteAudrey, this was such a delight. I could feel the sand, hear the stories. I grew up with the ocean and it definitely pulls at ones imagination and sensitivity. Exquisite.
ReplyDeleteI love this. It is a perfect poem to accent the feelings at the end of summer. Time, like sand, passes. I enjoyed this so much.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! Now I want...and need...to go to a beach!
ReplyDeleteWonderfully intimate, this allowed me to look at the beach and its components in a totally different way. Thank you!
ReplyDeletethere is magic in this...the song of the sand...
ReplyDeleteand in listening to those stories we used to know so well there in the end as well....
as summer draws to an end...
salt water holds a special magic for me, and you've captured it here ~
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