Shifting Sands (poem) by Richard Lee King on AuthorsDen

Shifting Sands
by Richard Lee King → (All Poetry by Richard Lee King)
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The inspiration for this poem was an article written by Phil Taylor for the December 26, 2011 issue of Sports Illustrated during which he said, “A year in sports is like a wave washing upon the beach: Only after it recedes do we fully appreciate all the shiny new treasures left behind in the sand.” This poem is about relating that quote to the years of a person’s life. In the case of the waves, it might be a trove of treasure, pretty colored glass, beautiful sea shells, an old ugly piece of driftwood, or maybe nothing but more sand. In a person’s life, a new year might bring a new job, a new friend, a new car, a home or it could be just the passing of another year. It seems you never really know what is coming until you are able to inspect what has been left behind.
*SHIFTING SANDS* The years keep coming at you akin to the waves that come to shore, with each the anticipation there might be something more. Like the shifting sands of the sea shore at the whim of incoming tide, our lives are ever changing as are the rules by which we abide. It might be a trove of pleasure as they follow one another, or it could be extremely painful as more secrets they uncover. Always they keep coming, shifting dreams like sand, relentlessly changing the landscape creating obstacles to the plan. “The years keep coming at you like the waves that come to shore, with each the anticipation there must be something more.” *Copyright* *© 2012 Richard Lee King. All Rights Reserved.*

Reviewed by Chip Bergeron

Reviewed on March 12, 2012

The waves are implacable, the sands endlessly shifting. How we cope makes the difgference.

Chip Bergeron

Reviewed by pat medlin

Reviewed on February 22, 2012

richard this beautiful piece showcases the other side of your delightful talent...i loved it

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on February 11, 2012

very true

Reviewed by Ruan Mills

I have always found the ebb and flow of the tide to be truly fascinating.
This seems to echo the almost musical pulse of those tides and I can almost hear the waves rush and draw as I read.

Reviewed by Janna Hill

Reviewed on February 9, 2012

Happy this one washed up on my shore. I especially like the linkage of the first and final stanzas.
:) Janna
P.S. I believe driftwood adds charater to the landscape, I always appreciate it.

Reviewed by Annabel Sheila

An absolute gem, Richard!!!! I LOVED the positive upbeat almost musical lilt to your beautifully phrased stanzas!!! Very well done! Thanks so much for sharing....

Anna

Reviewed by Patrick Granfors

Reviewed on February 8, 2012

I really like the concept and what you did with it. Here's to piece's of eight between your sea soaked toes. Patrick

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

I think it's time I go back and look. Maybe there's something back there in my past I'm overlooking like your poem says. A beautiful expression of longing for gems of wisdom.

Ron

Reviewed by Donna Chandler

This a beautifully written, thought provoking piece. You are indeed a wise man.

Donna

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

I see that you donned your serious face for this one, Richard. It becomes you completely. Good job. Good thoughts.