From your poem I sense that thoughts are like sand. Sand is mostly quartz, a very common mineral. Somehow I like san better than dirt. However, without dirt, hardy anything would grow. ;-)
You Do Not Want Get Sand In Your Eyes---I Did
And Got My Back /Body Baked In Sun Lake Erie
1967 Went There Visit Aunt & Break New 67 Corvette In....
On Way Back Home Got Ticket Going 15 MPH Over 70 Limit
Actually I Was Doing 160 Mph To PA Exit ...Trooper Couldn't
Prove It--- He Was In Gully Said I -He Thot 747 Landed On Turnpike
From Side Exhaust Rumbling Gone By...
Like my pappy used to say, in the end we are all just dirt anyway. At least this is a cleaned up version of that, makes me feel a little better than just saying dirt, ha!
Great write in a few words.
When I used to analyze rock core samples, we used the terms "clean" sand as opposed to dirty sand by which we described in varying degrees as "silty". That darn "silt" gets in there in our life and messes up everything.
I was always a "fine grain, clean sand", LOL!!
Dan
WHEN SOMETHING SO SMALL AS GRAINS OF SAND REMINDS ONE OF THE ENDLESS WONDER AND BEAUTY OF THIS VAST EARTH, AN APPRECIATION AND AWE OF ITS MAGNIFICENT CREATOR IS NOT FAR BEHIND. BEAUTIFULLY EXPRESSED AND THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
This is so satisfying to read Jane...
As a child I was endlessly fascinated by a little Lighthouse egg timer...and I would watch the sand slip through, over and over, sparkling and glittering...
'Just passing through without a care..'
It encouraged contemplation...
I think I need another...!
Love,
Diana....
There are so many things that slip through our fingers that we cannot begin counting. Still, as you say, it is worth wondering "Does it ever linger anywhere." Perhaps it does, before "ending nowhere." John
Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text
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KOOL....
You Do Not Want Get Sand In Your Eyes---I Did
And Got My Back /Body Baked In Sun Lake Erie
1967 Went There Visit Aunt & Break New 67 Corvette In....
On Way Back Home Got Ticket Going 15 MPH Over 70 Limit
Actually I Was Doing 160 Mph To PA Exit ...Trooper Couldn't
Prove It--- He Was In Gully Said I -He Thot 747 Landed On Turnpike
From Side Exhaust Rumbling Gone By...
Thats When Cops Were Honest Cops in 60s...
TRASK...
Great write in a few words.
When I used to analyze rock core samples, we used the terms "clean" sand as opposed to dirty sand by which we described in varying degrees as "silty". That darn "silt" gets in there in our life and messes up everything.
I was always a "fine grain, clean sand", LOL!!
Dan
and gave it class.
Man uses sand,
heats it up and makes glass.
Michael D.
As a child I was endlessly fascinated by a little Lighthouse egg timer...and I would watch the sand slip through, over and over, sparkling and glittering...
'Just passing through without a care..'
It encouraged contemplation...
I think I need another...!
Love,
Diana....
Delightful pieces of the world you can hold,
mold, and wiggle your toes in. Love this poem
of sparkling glitter from your pen.
Lady Mary Ann