Sand

Despite the sand which urges down
so boundless and careless,
so hurting my fingers,
I still keep the memory of our sudden madness,

The sound of power and
The shout of wind
Thundering in my ears.

I hunger over those days
Missing them
so much that
I follow the blind tremor
slithering behind my ecstatic joy.

(c) 2018, MK

Sunday Whirl #339 offered very nice words today, as always 🙂

Sadness Slipping Off Like Sand

Carpe Diem #55 – Sadness

Image credit: Luminous Landscapes

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Sadness

Slipping through my fingers

Like sand

© 2012 soulmary

the hungry waves, magpie 95

Here we go again, with the great graphic prompts my Magpie. This is No. 95:

 

the hungry waves
and their shrill voices,
their clinging teeth
that prick your bosom
will melt away;

no boat to sway
you in its gentle lap
until forgetful minds
caress the sandy shore away.

© 2011 Mariya Koleva