I kneaded the moist sand
with my bare hands
each grain rubbed my palm
and I felt a certain calm.
the warm rays filtering
on the surface of waves ,dancing.
Birds with the winds wrestling
hurry to their fledgling.
soaked into the fragrance of love
the aroma kissed my each curve
my mind danced with every move
my gaze never swerve.
castle , out of nothing I raised
blossomed , as I smiled.
unaware of the danger rolling
a wave battered my spirit , lashing.
I cried over the destruction
was it reality or a mere illusion?
I wove my dream
on a running stream.
stared , as it did away melt
but the pain in my heart dwelt.
retracing my steps , last
I tore away from my past.
FOR : POETRY JAM
FOR : THEME THURSDAY
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with my bare hands
each grain rubbed my palm
and I felt a certain calm.
the warm rays filtering
on the surface of waves ,dancing.
Birds with the winds wrestling
hurry to their fledgling.
soaked into the fragrance of love
the aroma kissed my each curve
my mind danced with every move
my gaze never swerve.
castle , out of nothing I raised
blossomed , as I smiled.
unaware of the danger rolling
a wave battered my spirit , lashing.
I cried over the destruction
was it reality or a mere illusion?
I wove my dream
on a running stream.
stared , as it did away melt
but the pain in my heart dwelt.
retracing my steps , last
I tore away from my past.
FOR : POETRY JAM
FOR : THEME THURSDAY
You can read here too.
Lovely imagery!:)
ReplyDeleteThere is a subtle message in this beautiful poem describing of how sand castles painfully built get washed away by relentless sea waves and how in our life all the dreams and plans can go awry by unknown circumstances
ReplyDeleteI love the imagery and the message. Our dreams and hopes in life are much like sand castles so easily dashed and lost. We just don't know what is going to happen next in life. That is why I take it as it comes and never plan anything. ♥
ReplyDeleteIt is sometimes hard to leave one's past, but often necessary to do so!
ReplyDeleteLove the quietness at the beach during the off season and watching the "the surface of waves ,dancing"
ReplyDeleteI really like the imagery and the metaphor you use here. Excellent. Thanks for posting and I like the photo too.
ReplyDeleteWhen it feels that life crumbles like a sand castle it is probably a sign that it is time to tear away from one's past. I too enjoyed the imagery.
ReplyDeleteThe line "I wove my dream on a running stream" added so much to your lovely poem. Nicely presented with the photograph, too --- a fine response to the prompt!
ReplyDeleteThanks you so much.
ReplyDeleteSuch beautiful lines with a lot of depth. Loved the image. It goes well with the lines.
ReplyDeletebeautiful my dear. My fav lines - soaked into the fragrance of love
ReplyDeletethe aroma kissed my each curve
Those are lines that are beautiful and deep. Loved it.
ReplyDeleteNow that's something that's high on message... Loved the imagery your words created for me!
ReplyDeleteYour imagery very much resonate with me...dream big! ~ nice poetic flow ~
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Kalpana :) loved the imagery!!
ReplyDeleteSuperb.
ReplyDeleteWish we could knead our lives the way we want...
ReplyDeleteloved how you conveyed illusion here
ReplyDeletebeautiful..
ReplyDeleteI love your imagery. Nice flow of the poem.. Thank you
ReplyDeleteLovely images and like a stream it just flows beautifully
ReplyDeleteHow beautifully you showed the past to be an illusion. It clearly is a thing which misses many...
ReplyDeleteRicha