Monday, July 1, 2013

A lesson from the sands

Grace @ Everyday Amazing



the sands-

scooped, patted
into shape:   a temple
rises under the sun - then falls 

like dust

the wind

carries its weight 
like a seed, shifting all:
cement, steel, roof, words - nothing stays

the same


Posted for Imaginary Garden for Real Toads - OpenLinkNight - Happy Canada Day to all !!! 
Also shared with Poets United

Poetry form:   Cinquain

29 comments:

  1. Short and yet it says so much. Thanks for the share

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  2. So true....the only constant is change. All shifts with time. You have expressed it well. Happy Canada Day to you, Grace.

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  3. Can't argue with that. Absolutely spot on.

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  4. A fine snapshot of brevity, captured with fondness and care. I think that is the point, and I love it. Have a wonderful week. Happy Canada Day!

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  5. nothing does stay the same...its all sand...even the temples we build, monuments..change comes...there is something humbling to that...

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  6. This is a strong metaphor for so many of the constructs we place importance on in society - as you have said, they are all transitory.

    Happy Canada Day to you.

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  7. O Canada! :)
    Nothing does ...
    have a good week, Grace ~ M

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  8. The cat could teach a good lesson with sand lol

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  9. precise and lovely.beautifully crafted.

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  10. One of my favorite beach activities...sand castles. Alas, mine never stay very long though before bring blown over :-)

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  11. so true Grace... I'm at the beach this week with my family...watching many castles and years fade.

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  12. Love the funnel shape, flow and rhyme scheme of this, so much.

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  13. Nice ones, Grace. They fit together so nicely.
    I've played with the Cinquain form but have
    posted only one Cinquain poem on my blog.
    ..

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  14. Yes, life shifts and disappears like sand castles...beautiful wisdom

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  15. appreciate both form and message, Grace.

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  16. Oh, so true, Grace. Beautifully done.
    K

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  17. Grace, this reminds me of the parable about building a strong building ON sand. There is never anything humankind can build that Nature cannot destroy. We forget that in our hubris... Thanks for a thought-provoking poem, Grace. Peace, Amy

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  18. Nothing. Not sand, not even what we build here today. Someday it will all be covered, eroded. But my love for my children... will always BE.

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  19. I think the Egyptians and Inca did a pretty good job of building things. Modern folks--not so much. wind is time and time is no longer on our side.

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  20. THe pyramid shape of the stanzas is a cool visual. Great summer theme

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  21. Love it...the shifting sand...nothing stays the same. I used to note, when I lived at the beach, that though I walked on it twice daily, the patterns in the sand changed constantly, depending on the pattern left by the tides. Loved this poem.

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  22. Truly said, Grace! Life is a shift from one to the other! Nicely!

    Hank

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  23. Hi Grace. The form works for you so well-- like a pyramid, and it certainly seems to describe Egypt right now. This is Karin of Manicddaily.

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  24. One day all of us will merge into sand

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  25. Reminds me of my ancestry's temples in Mexico

    Very nice piece

    you stated this with grace, Grace

    Happy Canada day

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  26. Happy Canada Day!

    I like how your wind blows.

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  27. ah, will sand nothing does stay the same... nice capture

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  28. "nothing stays the same" so true. Beautiful poem!

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