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
Short and yet it says so much. Thanks for the share
ReplyDeleteSo true....the only constant is change. All shifts with time. You have expressed it well. Happy Canada Day to you, Grace.
ReplyDeleteCan't argue with that. Absolutely spot on.
ReplyDeleteEverything changes and reforms
ReplyDeleteA 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!
ReplyDeletenothing does stay the same...its all sand...even the temples we build, monuments..change comes...there is something humbling to that...
ReplyDeleteThis is a strong metaphor for so many of the constructs we place importance on in society - as you have said, they are all transitory.
ReplyDeleteHappy Canada Day to you.
O Canada! :)
ReplyDeleteNothing does ...
have a good week, Grace ~ M
The cat could teach a good lesson with sand lol
ReplyDeleteprecise and lovely.beautifully crafted.
ReplyDeleteOne of my favorite beach activities...sand castles. Alas, mine never stay very long though before bring blown over :-)
ReplyDeleteso true Grace... I'm at the beach this week with my family...watching many castles and years fade.
ReplyDeleteLove the funnel shape, flow and rhyme scheme of this, so much.
ReplyDeleteNice ones, Grace. They fit together so nicely.
ReplyDeleteI've played with the Cinquain form but have
posted only one Cinquain poem on my blog.
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Yes, life shifts and disappears like sand castles...beautiful wisdom
ReplyDeleteappreciate both form and message, Grace.
ReplyDeleteOh, so true, Grace. Beautifully done.
ReplyDeleteK
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
ReplyDeleteNothing. 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.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteTHe pyramid shape of the stanzas is a cool visual. Great summer theme
ReplyDeleteLove 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.
ReplyDeleteTruly said, Grace! Life is a shift from one to the other! Nicely!
ReplyDeleteHank
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.
ReplyDeleteOne day all of us will merge into sand
ReplyDeleteReminds me of my ancestry's temples in Mexico
ReplyDeleteVery nice piece
you stated this with grace, Grace
Happy Canada day
Happy Canada Day!
ReplyDeleteI like how your wind blows.
ah, will sand nothing does stay the same... nice capture
ReplyDelete"nothing stays the same" so true. Beautiful poem!
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