Stand long enough

Stand long enough

Stand long enough in one place,

And sand will carry you a thousand miles,

Where other times they’ll crash over you in fierce winds,

Waves of fine or course grains in continuous motion,

Some occasions they’ll carry you deep beneath their surface,

Bury you with such overwhelming weight and momentum,

Until perhaps in time bedrock is found or something else,

These sands will rob one of all sight and sound,

While it’s taste, touch, and scents will perforate,

A mind’s soul with illusion that gateways wait,

Set to collect tolls without any sign to compensation,

Where every now and then we find a chance to emerge,

To catch glimpses to tall reaching unclaimed forests, and

Rising mountains which risk letting go determined forces, to run,

Where their wild mountain waters rush to escape untethered,

Until down amongst these sand hills, where they spread,

Into a vast inland sea, devouring salt and bringing life,

No words can wait as long to live, so write them on these oceans.

6 responses to “Stand long enough

  1. I found it absolutely beautiful and I liked the poetic analogies between human boy and soul and natural objects and/or surrounding… The last three verses stand out.
    Best wishes to you, Sean. Aquileana πŸ˜€

    • Cheers, Aquileana. You’ve found more than I did while writing, for at the time while writing, I was listening to Wild Mountain Thyme, and sorting a mix of back country photographs, some sparsely vegetated. πŸ™‚

  2. Hi Sean, This poem has such strong visual imagery, which is very characteristic of your writing. That is one of the things that makes your poetry so outstanding. I love the juxtaposition of the first two lines – standing in one place and being carried a thousand miles. The rhythm of the poem captures the idea of continuous movement; and the last line is beautiful. I don’t know if this was intentional, but the shape of the poem reminds me of an hourglass.

    I haven’t been blogging much – the reason for my absence. Thank you for following my new blog. It is nice to see you – or, your icon, to be more precise πŸ™‚

    • Always good to see what images words can describe with just a hint of a thought. The poem was scrawled as continuous paragraph and then broken later in natural places to its flow while still justified left.

      It’s good to be able to catch up again, amongst such busy space πŸ™‚

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