POEMS
With your feet in the loose sand,
as if the earth embraces them.
You smell the salty air
the breeze gently caresses your skin.
The sun decorates the salty sea
and sway your thoughts
with the waves.
Sand in my hair.
When I go to the beach,
sand gets anywhere !
I wonder, I wonder
Oh how can there be,
Sand left at the beach
When there’s so much on me ?
Sand at the beach,
Sand at the shore.
Sand in the ocean
On the ocean floor.
Sand in the desert,
Sand on the ground.
Sand in a sandstorm
Blowing around !
Sand from rock that has
Crumbled into grains.
Sand in a sand dune
Shaped by winds and rains.
Sand on an island,
Sand in the sea.
Sand in a sandbox
For you and me !
A riddle
You can walk on this
If it’s wet or dry
You can put it in a pail
And make a pie.
What is it ?
Sand running through my fingers
Sand running through my fingers
With my eyes closed
I enjoy the sound.
Water running over my feet
Wind blowing over my belly.
Nothing more than lying here
My worries disappear in the sand.
I feel the sun on my skin
No sense of time
Just lying here
And enjoy the sand
Loose material
Swirling like water
Suffocating like air
But being neither of them
Always changing
But still the same
Everything becomes sand
In time.
Sand,
Centuries
Blown
By wind
To nothing, or
By man
To glass.
Vulnerable, but with
Endless variations
Bottomless possibilities
A rainbow of colors.
Small
Hard to get
But
A base
For
Great things
With the glass of years
In the hand
The sand of the future
Ogles
Blow……
Sand
Granular, hard
on the beach
taken away by the sea
Forever.
