Thoughts destined to be washed away by the tides of life. |
I've been studying my cover photo for a while now, and it seems to me that it is more than just a photo of what is there that can be seen, more than just three white rocks stacked on a beach. It contains an important question about the future, about what happens long after the photographer has gone. What will happen to our pile of stones when the tide comes in? Will it topple or has the architect built this structure at a safe distance? I don't know what will happen to these words that I stack here on the sand. They may prove safely distant, or they may be swallowed up by a rush of self-doubt. They may be here for a season. They may lose their balance and be scattered by the shoreline, or be hidden away under shifting sands. Perhaps someday, the tides of life will reclaim them. Or maybe that's just a bunch of poetic, romantic nonsense. After all, this is just a blog. |
The prompt over at "EXPRESS IT IN EIGHT " ![]() Honestly, I feel like I have written a lot of poems about stardust and nothing new has crossed my mind. But, if something stirs in your imagination, you should run over there and contribute. It's a fun activity. I did write this poem for Express it in Eight about a year ago: It is said we are made of star dust we are not just part of the universe but it is part of us the remains of ancient days intricately woven into our DNA and yet we look to the skies seeking meaning for our lives when we are the reason for it all And that is about all I have to say about star dust. But Hoagy Carmichael said many more elegant things in his song "Stardust" and so I offer this: The melody haunts my reverie... |