He discovered grains, definitely
an unlimited supply at the beach.
He brushed it from his feet
though it caught between toes
and around nails like a raspberry seed
between teeth, so he kept sanding.
Worried away Moro Bay, sunsets
birth, adolescence, graduation.
Kept trying to rid himself of the tiny
grains, an hourglass dropping time.
Unable to clear them all, he smoothed
the rough edges, like sandpaper.
This is a free verse poem. What images do you see in this poem? today can you write your own poem that develops an image? Have fun.
Joy,
ReplyDeleteSometimes smoothing the rough edges is the best we can do. It's certainly not possible to rid ourselves of all unpleasant things/times. Seemed like the person in the poem was accepting his situation by the end. Definitely liked the rasberry seed reference. I wanted to know more details about the memories, but maybe that's food for another poem.
Linda,
ReplyDeleteI'll confess. This is one of my Poetry Obscura poems, which don't always make a lot of sense but I like the images that this "form" creates for me.
Thanks for the comment.