Transience

March 30, 2018 · by Vera · in Poetry · 9 Comments

Across this tremendous expanse of
White-powder sand
What bitten logs have collected
And odd rubber-thongs
A water-damaged book jacket —
Detritus people and time
Have left behind
When it is cold nobody comes

But I happen to

Wandering down the open, inviting path
Hoping my footprints will trace out
A pattern that could make the
Neatened paper-coat fly back
Like fluttering wings to clothe the naked book
Clogs sail to rejoin their halves and
Logs leap upright into the ground
Where trees again stand

Tags: Poetry, writing

9 comments

Bill · March 30, 2018 - 9:46 am · Reply→

I so much love the imagery and portraiture of your words, and thoughts. Really, really beautiful.

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1. todadwithlovepoetryandprose · March 30, 2018 - 8:32 pm · Reply→
  
  Thanks, Bill, I always appreciate your feedback. 🙂
  
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  1. Bill · March 30, 2018 - 8:34 pm · Reply→
    
    My pleasure!
    
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    1. todadwithlovepoetryandprose · March 30, 2018 - 8:41 pm ·
      
      🙂
      
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earthwalking13 · March 30, 2018 - 2:54 pm · Reply→

Your words always take me on a journey. I see it. I walk it. I feel it

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1. todadwithlovepoetryandprose · March 30, 2018 - 8:50 pm · Reply→
  
  Yay!
  
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forresting365 · April 1, 2018 - 10:16 pm · Reply→

Just wonderful. I felt like I was walking on the beach with You….we go in the winter now and again to a very empty beach…it was exactly like that….and then You took this crazy beautiful turn in the end….like watching You spin off dancing down the sand. Magic. Thank You!!! 🤗

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1. todadwithlovepoetryandprose · April 2, 2018 - 6:41 am · Reply→
  
  You’re the best, Katy. ❤
  
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  1. forresting365 · April 2, 2018 - 7:58 am · Reply→
    
    Sweet Lady! 🐬😃☀️
    
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