A brilliant Rosa Frei photo
In this sand I see the world,
pattern too large to comprehend,
too small to understand, each grain
unwittingly playing its part.
In this sand I see the world,
spilt blood absorbed, often unremarked,
storms whipped up to cloud the truth,
wealth hoarded, guarded, hidden.
In this sand I see the world,
great beauty taken for granted
symmetry, calm depths, fine peaks, ignored
– conflict preferred to detail shared.
In this sand I see the world
confused yet conforming,
slipping into well worn tracks
unable to scale the slip-slide slope.
In this sand I see the world
breathtaking, mysterious, enigmatic
and flawed.
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Like your poem Sally. Repetition of first line, connects with the ongoing movement of the sand.
Good, wonderful-use-of-repetitive-structure verses piece.
Thank you Steve…it becomes mesmeric to write and then I need distance before reading it again…thank you for commenting
thank you Jill…I wasn’t sure if I overdid the repeat line…
Love it! Specially the line “storms whipped up to cloud the truth,” Brilliant! So wonderful how you understand to express in poetic words what you see in my image Sally! Thank you so much.
Its a pleasure Rosa – the pictures are full of meaning. I have really enjoyed them as prompts. They have inspired me to dig deep. I have worked with an artist recently and think the partnership between visual art (including photography of course) and poetry can be an amazing experience.
stunning poetry.
Glad to discover your poetry talent,
Impressed,
Hope to see you join our poetry potluck today,
1 to 3 random poems or poems unrelated to our theme are welcome in case you fall short in doing a theme fitting piece.
Bless you.
Keep up the excellence.
xxx
I intend to join in…soon…even today if I can. Thank you for the encouragement, it means a lot.