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sand on the beach

Updated on June 7, 2014
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While time passes


the spaces in between

condense and obscure

all that was offered to be …

All that was meant to be

happened already

in a memory …

That changes from reality

to faded colors,

watered down by individual perceptions …

and voices that talked in words

that spread over days and weeks

and fall into little groups of high-pitched

chatter that gets choppier by

the elevation being cut-off by wisps

of pressurized air and pockets of density

driven by the phases of the moon.

They echo out their old opinions

question marks loom, left to hang

in the atmosphere …

The body language, the emotion

the smile at a certain turn

are all left to the imagination

of a moment long gone now.

All those thoughts about all those things

Now just whispers …

What remains?

But a glimpse … an insight.

A sense of temporary ease

that essence captured

for a while until

some other form takes its place.

The queerest things remain.

From words and postures inspected


and focused upon …

The blush on a cheek …

A slight quiver in speech …

An expressive glance …

The knowing stays on,

though doesn’t stay still …

It moves along as another

added dimension to the core of the soul.

Whole years go by

and only pieces remain …

A fragment here and there,

coveted, insuring some destiny

that we’re already there

and just roaming for new features

to measure and sift through

like holding sand in your hand …

Like shells on the beach,

and watching it all seep through your fingers …

The light is in there somewhere …

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      Eric Wayne Flynn 3 years ago from Providence, Rhode Island

      Interesting read, evokes thought.

      EWF

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      CMarie 3 years ago from York, Maine

      Juneaukid, thanks for checking it out ... i'm glad you commented. Made me feel good.

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      Richard Francis Fleck 3 years ago from Denver, Colorado

      I enjoyed reading this thoughtful poem.