Poem -
SeA gRiT
Time stands still
My eyes tread the yellow sand
Observe the black patterned
sea grit
Nothing soothes
Not one bit
The wind blows and blows
Blows through, Blows on
I reach a hand out
Try to catch it
But it's gone, All gone
Marion Price 6/1/21
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wondeful poem
'Tis in the tides where the ebb and flow of the sea offers a rocking comfort.....having stirred the Sea Grit......and opened itself to your attention!!......Lots of Love!.......T xo : )
Despair! That wind that blows and blows but cannot be caught because it blows on through the gaps between the fingers is despair. In your poem here you have gifted your reader with your perfect words about an imperfect and brutal thing. Impeccable writing x