Glimpses

Thursday, April 26, 2012

W ~ Walk With Time













Walk With Time~


Here we mark the soft sand with our steps
White sand like heated cornstarch beneath us
welcomes our skin like an old friend,
until the breeze sweeps away any sign
of the footprints left behind.

Your eyes, blue as the sky behind you
gold-light shimmers over your hair
an awkward halo protects your features
like a living porcelain doll,
too fragile to be touched
with heavy hands.

Tonight I would stall times passing
to enjoy an unapproachable memory
with eyes wide open.

(c) k~



This post is part of the
A-Z Challenge 2012.

22 comments:

  1. I'm just too close to tears today anyway, and this one just struck too close to home.

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  2. Beautiful!

    Kathy
    http://gigglingtruckerswife.blogspot.com

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  3. Beautiful. Took me back 30 years to a lovely day on the beach with an equally lovely boy. Great memory!

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    1. ;-) I had to go back a few to remember this one myself.

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  4. "welcomes our skin like an old friend"...this is poetry.

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  5. Love the white sand like heated conrstarch line. You have a real talent for this, Ms. Rain.

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    1. Thank you very much Goddess, it is a part of my heart.

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  6. Again you walked through my memories. Pulled this one out and made it even more beautiful than the day it happened. Did everyone have that one beach moment? ♥

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    1. I think that any of us who could, would have. I loved the beach and grew up near many of them, so I spent a lot of time (mostly at night though because I am a redhead ya know) there. The white sand this one refers to was on a beach near Apalachicola. That was the first time my bare feet had stepped on such soft sand. The sand on the west coast is much grainier.

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  7. Beautiful word-crafting! This stirred up recollections of beach-walks in my childhood. Why was the sky always so blue and the sun always so warm? My memories of these times seem to be viewed through an amber filter....!


    SueH I refuse to go quietly!
    Twitter - @Librarymaid

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    1. Thank you Sue. It does seem that the colours were more vivid then. Perhaps our eyes were not clouded with experience then.

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  8. Hello! This is a beautiful poem with vivid imagery. I hope you have a lovely weekend. Happy National Poetry Month and happy A to Z!!

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    1. Thank you Laura. Happy A to Z'ing to you too!

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  9. Your ability to transport your reader to a different time and place, to draw out their emotions is incredible! Thanks.

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    1. Thank you for that Michael. I appreciate it. :-)

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  10. Have you considered putting together a Chap Book (maybe you have and I am ignorant to this fact)..

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    1. I have considered it Brenda, but honestly, I have no idea what steps I need to take to get it done. :-)

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