The Theory Of Sand

A piece of prose inspired by Cornwall and the sea..... and sand of course!

How many things would be different?

The way that sometimes

legs touch

That slightness?

Breathing?

 

 

If only we knew a theory of sand….

 

 

There are lines and there are lines

Some are real and some perceived

Lines we create ourselves

That others then believed

Layered

Stacked

Laughter!

Dashing!

Crossed and caressed

Unpredictably exquisite

Majesty in the audacity of order

Control imposed

And Innocence, blindingly bright

Finds containment

An arrogant resistance

 

 

Self awareness and paranoia

Humanities construct

Lines know

Nothing of awkward anatomy

Dripping emotion

The pressure always builds

Fury finds its way

and chaotic lines….

Flotsam of moral geometry

They simply smile

Ignorant to this dysmorphic

This incongruence

 

 

The triangles bluntness

Is indiscriminate

Esoteria itself

My plan

My wilfulness

This playtime in my mind

Mischievous

of adrenalin

I am all queued up in lines

Feelings waiting

Taking turns

It is all about lines

 

 

© Kevin Mattingley

Newquay, Cornwall - August 2009

Reviews

[Naomi Montana Walsh]

The thing I was doing before reading this was watching a young girl in the ukrain do the most amazing sand art I have ever seen ..having just watched it I learned a bit about sand theory.. there is a movement there is mass .. and at the same time .. it is thought of as small .. and it is really.. it is only with other grains that it is of any significance..anyhow your poem plus the sand artist.. made me really think deep very profound.

[UponATyme]

I think a lot of times writers forget that poetry is not just about the words, but the feel, the sound, the look. I love the shape of this poem, like sand dripping through a many-layered hourglass. The staccato positioning of words, like individual grains forcing their way down through the prose. Well done.

[LJW]

Life really does boil down to Science....geometry being one of them. We either spend most of our lives attempting to stay inside those lines or attempting to break free of them.

And then sand. You can certainly make a line in the sand, but it protests eventually, and erases it.

Intelligent writing here. Makes one think.