Child playing in a sandbox

so little time.

Knowledge, like the universe, gradually unfurls,

revealing new stars, constellations more

exquisite than a Rodin curve.

Soon though, there will be no secrets, 

only the memory of discovery. 

It's like the first delicate stripping 

of lace from a slender limb;

followed then by the smell of absence,

like dust falling through the air,

a temporary drifting; knowing

that all dreams rust with age

as they lie asleep in the 

promise of being.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Something I especially prefer – very original writing! From your familiar title, I couldn’t have imagined where this poem would take me. Some rare descriptions: “the smell of absence” . . . I feel your lines could be pondered in many different directions & yet also I feel there’s specific intent in each word choice. I love to see contrasts in writing (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[emmajoy]

Don't know I missed this (and there are others) but in might be a caseof 'best is last' in a way.

Your words truly drip insight, fragility, awareness. What you can see, you feel, perhaps want more but know it's more a key than the lock it opens.

So wish you had time to write more.. would sit here day in and out.. leqrning what you feel, feelings what you;ve grown to understand.

So often expectations curl at the corners, just as all dreams rust with age (brilliant phrase)

Thank you, Beccy.! You've opened a way forward

[APOORVA]

thanks for sharing an excellent work of yours.
simple and fragile... beautiful

[Beccy]

Thank you Jimmy.

Sometimes, even when I watch the new buds of spring unfolding, it is hard not to be cynical.

Beccy.

[Jimmy Yetts]

Though a bit cynical, pure poetry.
At a certain point in their lives, many people simply stop searching; they blame it on family, the job, other responsibilities and rationalizations.
Tragic. The world is far more fantastic than even the most fanciful could imagine.
Stimulating read, Beccy!

[Ken Simm.]

It may sound silly but I see this as an animation. Visually of course but remarkably rich and satisfying. The reader soon discovers that the metaphorical title is just the icing on the universal cake to a woven complexity. I love it.

[Tony Jordan]

There will be no secrets and knowledge will be a click away so why learn? Will we be a race of fools - totally reliant on the Supreme-Google (like a dalek without the egg-whisk or the bog-clearer) of the future.

We will resemble the scrap yards rusting and waiting for our parts to be taken.
Sorry I started so optimistically too.
Great writing Beccy. A real feel of redundancy.
:)

[Sami Khalil]

Be the eternal student as the saying goes in any way , shape or form. It is love and thirst for it that gives us the connection with all. The journey of discovery never ends. An excellent penning...:)................

[Norman 223]

We learn , we discard, and then relearn. The constant hunt for knowledge is a voyage of discovery that we pursue from childhood. Your sandbox analogy describes this so well.

Norman

[R J Askew]

I like the notion of dreams rusting. Never thought of dreams passing their sell-by date before. Knowledge is a strange thing, we crave it then mourn it. Always want more.