Sand
shifts
this
brittle, black driftwood mood
out
to the inhaling sea
with
a booming, insulting sneer,
carrying
footprints of poems
I’ve
neglected to write in the sting-crash of time.
But
I won’t hear,
captivated
watching you,
my
favorite sanderlings,
prying
open shells, beaks gleaming,
etching
me poems,
wing
tips in the sand.
©
2017 Jennifer Wagner
for my sons
dVerse: Poetics “Gift” and OpenLinkNight
27 comments:
Watching nature just getting on with things is a balm for all the rest.
I like this poem very much, Jennifer, especially the lines:
'carrying footprints of poems
I’ve neglected to write in the sting-crash of time' and
'my favorite sanderlings,
prying open shells, beaks gleaming,
etching me poems,
wing tips in the sand'.
"wing tips in the sand" is testament to poetry all around, and how blessed you are to sense it.
Carrying footprints of poems...
barefoot summer when it's best.
Ah, so many moments "lost in the sting/crash of time". Better spent watching "wingtips in the sand". Beautiful write!
Love how nature etches your poems,
wing tips in the sand. Beauty of the inhaling sea ~
Lovely - you captured a moment most beautifully.
"The inhaling sea" is very perfect
etching me poems,
wing tips in the sand.
Gorgeous!!
A nicely written poem, well done.
Seeing the world.
Oh yes, I felt the unwritten words etched into the sand. Splendid. xo Mother Wintermoon
Magically worded and nice come back to those waves. (but wait - aren't those shells gift of the sea)
"...etching me poems, wing tips in the sand." Love the ending of your poem. Just wonderful!
A beautifully rendered - wonderfully worded - piece. I love the feeling of a 'pause' being taken to remind oneself of life's gifts.
There have been poems written in sand for the wind to blow away - this nearly was one of them!
So sorry, unexpected visitors last night have made me rather late in responding to your piece. But always enjoy coming here - always such a deliciously created sense of longing in your work.
Like everyone else, I'm caught by "footprints of poems". Very nice.
This is excellent, Jennifer.
I especially like the opening two couplets and this line: "...I’ve neglected to write in the sting-crash of time"
A very beautiful poem....each line creates visual images...!
Angst is washed away and words flow with sight of favorite sanderlings...lovely poetry on their wingtips!
Oh! This shifted so beautifully!
I love all the sounds, such as "Sand shifts this brittle, black driftwood mood." And I love the surprising shift to the beautiful last part. The perfect poems for a mother, I suspect: wing tips etched by her sanderlings.
Footprints of poems...I love this on so many levels.
I love how you capture little pieces of our life with your words, reading your poetry always makes me smile!
sting-crash of time.
damn. wish I'd written this. ~
Beautiful 💕
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