in control ever
upward
spiraling aspirations
ner
we be just grains
of
sand
toiling in an ebb
tide
(c) id
06October2013
Vivian L Dawson
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Reviewed by Rory Dall (Reader)
Reviewed on October 10, 2013
Love the picture of the Gaudi sandcastle. Anyone who has stood barefoot in the rollers as they hit the beach will appreciate that idea of the grains of sand toiling in an ebb tide.
That photo "says" your poem about as well as I have ever seen. No, you are not grains of sand lying loosely on the beach you are reaching for the sky. Fantastic!
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