Sand on Sand
by Tony Jenkins
Friday, February 22, 2008
Rated "G" by the Author.
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I don't remember when I wrote this, or why.
In the heat of
A hot summers night
My mind is wandering
Beginning to stray
Standing where no man should stand
Sheets of water Upon the sand
Another trick Played by the sun
I wish my journey Had never begun
Three days ago I was in my prime
Now Iam nearly At the end of my time
My stomach feels sick And my legs are weak
A drink of water Is all I seek
Sand in my eyes Was my last sight
Just to awake To the frost of night
The moon is full And the sand’s still warm
The horizion turns red From a distant storm
In no time at all I can feel the sting
Of wind swept sand Peirce my skin
The pain is unbearable
It is no way to die
Yet here Iam
And here I lie
Slowly but surley
Nature blends me in
And leaves no trace Of where I have been.
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|Reviewed by Lois Christensen
|This flows so simply and is easily read. We need to be like sand going through the hour glass and going around and around with our lives intact. Timing is something in life too and you are here for a purpose.|
|Reviewed by Frances Seymour
|Wow! This is simply beautiful! Thanks for sharing, Blessings...Frances|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Your sentiments express the "nothingness" of the physical body. Fortunately, the spirit never dies. Thank you, Tony. Love and peace,
|Reviewed by John Leko
|...honest pen...perhaps held within and hourglass...a title sifts ones life.
well done Tony...
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|Pondering, thinking and yet there is a subtle truth exposed, nicely done....
Be always safe,
|Reviewed by Bonnie May
|Tony you are leaving your mark with your poetry and especially ones like this. Great Poem, Love, Bonnie|