Blowing Sand

a poem about time

Blowing Sand

grain by grain,

time is blowing away

all of the best

is leaving me now

 

cell by cell

I'm blowing away too

 

time to run

time to play

time to pray

 

swimming in the ocean

holding hands

long bubble baths

long talks with God

cooking chicken marsala

laughing

long vacations

slow dancing

going home

black diamond ski runs

dinner conversation

kisses in the dark

long walks with my dogs

jogging in shorts when it's cold

chocolate covered cherries

lots of hugs

reading a good book by a fire

 

grain by grain

these are the things

I want to blow my sand on

 

these are things

that matter

to me

and

my

cells

Reviews

[Priyankaabhilaashi]

LOVELY..!!!!

[Rene Velez]

the things we hold dear are not much to ask for, the things that make us happy are what we must search for. really nice poem...

[SpokenWord]

I like the little things that one chose to use their sand on. Life is pretty slow these days but what I do I do enjoy the most even if it is simply laying on the bed reading poetry while the TV talks to me. Simple is this poem but it says so much about life. I like the picture you used for this one too, she has cute toes. :) Nice write.

[MS. BABy]

brava....i so enjoyed this marie...u r such an insightful poetess with this one..

[WindSong]

I like the font style you used as it gave your poem artistic charisma! It's beautiful in conveying images of all things that matter to you blowing with the sand in the wind!

[Sarah Wlochal]

A great write! It was enjoyable to read and made me feel relaxed.

Love the format that you used.

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

What a relaxing list of do things that will bring pure pleasure!

[KAREN]

Gives the reader alot to think about. Makes me think about what I would blow my sand on. Good job!!

[Christina May Shanaberg]

Each thought that we have ever had, each deed we ever did, and each dream we ever dreamed are as plentiful as sand and as big as the world. Time passes so quickly, but a part of us lives on forever. I loved your poem and how many simple things mean so much to you. Like my oldest daughter, at age 1, trying to walk our great dane, when she had just learned to walk herself. Like my middle daughter coming into the kitchen, at age 5, asking whether she could help with dinner; we made spaghetti with sand (it's a peanut butter sauce.) Like my youngest son of nearly 2 running off and, after we had looked everywhere, finding him in our own woods, eating a fallen apple. Like my youngest daughter, at age 8, singing with no music in a filled large auditorium, in her pajamas, holding a stuffed animal, the song her father and I had written for my youngest son (posted on this site as "Denny's Song.") The sands of time have given me so much.

[JanieB]

So beautiful. I love the format you have used..excellent!