Sandcastles of Days

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Lead Savior, Dec 21, 2007.

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  1. Lead Savior

    Lead Savior Well-Known Member

    Each day is mine
    I often take them and build them, only in thought, into what is possible

    Sandcastle-days built upon a beach in the palm of my hand
    "There will be joy here, adventure there, and love over here!" I instruct the sculptor

    It is not the wind, the relentless waves, nor even the wayward hand of a careless stranger that destroys what could be

    It is my own weakness, indifference, fear, and inability that reduces it to sand
    It falls through my fingers again and again
  2. danni

    danni Chat Buddy

  3. What a powerful expression I find in this poem... you describe that feeling of ineptitude so well at the same time as your longing to create the meaningfulness you desire in your life.
    Again, your words manage to be brief but very effective in conveying your emotions!
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