I have observed this many a time, and my heart always sinks. I always used to build mine as far away from the water as possible, and hoped that it would still be there the following day... :) A superb observation Jude, well written.
Hi Ace!
How true!
Your insight is incredible, as is your poem.
Brought to mind, yes I have noticed.
Love, Bonnie
Thank you Ace, for stopping in to read my newest works.
You're so attentive. I appreciate it.
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on July 30, 2005
Thank you for sharing this wonderful preception with us! I have always said there is a lot we can learn from observing children :-) Very uplifting write.
How well you see into humanities multi-faceted psyche!
Fine perception!
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on July 30, 2005
Thinking...........................Somehow they must realise the futility of their creation. I used to love to kick them down first, also leaving my mates asleep as the sea came in. LOL, blimey I'm bad.
But so true, I loved taking things apart. I guess it must be an inner kind of challenge. David/Goliath.
Really enjoyed this and realising what a cruel bugger I was as a kid..
Insightful capture this one Jude, you expose our duality, perhaps it's not always destructive, maybe it's part of the process of building bigger and better. (though that's not always a good thing)
Sadly enough this is what relationships in life is all about too...to keep on builing or try to rescue what's left to build on.
Thanks for sharing a very deep insightful piece here Jude!!
Most definitely something to ponder!!
Love Tinka
Reviewed by Pacific Ink (Reader)
Reviewed on July 30, 2005
Very insightful and thoughtful observations. EXCELLENT work, as always!
Pithy but right on. Children are influenced by their culture to be sure; I wish we had a United Nations of Children who might direct their elders in more compatible ways of solving our differences. Great job.
Your well chosen words fit together solidly, like castle sand on a beach, but unlike sand, they will stand for many moons. Your construction is superb, never inviting even verbal moves to destroy. From the rewsponse below, you've scored with this one - BIG time. congrats. - Bill
Chanti ... good observation ... originally i had "boys" in the poem because it is usually the male ego or mindset that partakes in such activity and it was boys i was observing ... but then i remember seeing girls also getting involved but not in the intensity the boys did ... most girls would become upset with the sand castles becoming destroyed but would immediately get involved in rebuilding ... but not with the zeal of the boys ... the boys would seem to take over ... again, good obsersavation ...
Sadly, I also believe that both creative and destructive forces are truly a part of man's intrinsic nature - and I often wonder which one will win out in the end.
Hi Jude!
I've sculpted a few sandcastles in my mind (literal) and have always felt a sense of sadness at their destruction. Perhaps that's why I went into the decorating industry. My job is to create beauty. Unfortunately styles come and go and nothing lasts forever. I've come to realise that although I desire to create something of permanence, the transient nature of all our creations reveal to us that there is a greater power. The only things that we can create that may last are our written words. (Thinking about Tolstoy now since Kate mentioned him). Our words are our legacy and you've created quie a legacy here friend. A nice though-provoking write.
Take care
~Chanti~
PS: It has been my experience in observing children that it is usually the boys (and a few girls with tomboyish tendencies ---eg. Kate hehehe) that like to watch the destruction of sandcastles. Still a great observation and expression of the intrinsic nature of man.
yes..is that a learned behavior or something else? perhaps to a child destruction creates the momentum to rebuild...perhaps to a child squeeling in delight .. its just another way to play
...at play, in life and in love. I am fascinated by this apparent schizophrenia, this double-mindedness, but it's all there in the hormones, init? I've another little ditty stacked up (did I ever HAVE a holiday while I was at it?!) about adrenalin and Fight or Flight: it's like building a house of cards and waiting for it to fall - or playing Hide and Seek and waiting to be found. And my tutor says that you can't write poetry without some sort of disturbance going on, some sort of interplay of thought, emotion and purpose. It's the excitement of exchange, and the whole of our bodily functions and maintenance is built around energising/de-energising; build up and break down; regeneration and decay.
But, as for War and Peace - better ask Tolstoy, I guess! All I know is that I have a huge desire to run and jump all over everyone else's well-crafted sand castles, especially if they are bigger than mine... so that says a lot about me, don't it? What a Roald Dahl female nasty bit of work I am... !! And me a Mummy, too. Perhaps the problem is that the grown-ups running and ruining the world's show are just a bunch of big kids like me.
... Just playing devil's advocate here - and what need has he to appear in person when there are enough of us around?! This is such a keenly sculpted sandcastle of a poem, Jude, and needless to say it has touched a major chord in me - obviously: I'm outworking your second stanza! I am being honest when I say I hope I haven't ruined it completely... guess you won't have me to play at YOUR house again... :)) (It's my son's 16th birthday this weekend and I've a houseful... must account for something of my blinding mood. Have a good one) Kate xx
It is the duality of man. You and Kate B are on the same wavelength today. We war among ourselves then damn our leaders as warlords. We can't seem to get along with our neighbors and it agrevates us when their tree sheds its leaves on our side of the fence, yet we think that boundries between countries is a bad idea. We hold our children dear to us, yet feel that it is alright to kill our enemies children. It seems that we can justify anything as long as it aligns with our beliefs...sounds a lot like our enemies, doesn't it? Great write, by the way!
Take care,
Sherry
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I have observed this many a time, and my heart always sinks. I always used to build mine as far away from the water as possible, and hoped that it would still be there the following day... :) A superb observation Jude, well written.
warm hugs
Elga
Ron
Felix
How true!
Your insight is incredible, as is your poem.
Brought to mind, yes I have noticed.
Love, Bonnie
Thank you Ace, for stopping in to read my newest works.
You're so attentive. I appreciate it.
"Look, ye mortals, on these my works..."
Fine perception!
But so true, I loved taking things apart. I guess it must be an inner kind of challenge. David/Goliath.
Really enjoyed this and realising what a cruel bugger I was as a kid..
Paul;-)
Reindeer
Thanks for sharing a very deep insightful piece here Jude!!
Most definitely something to ponder!!
Love Tinka
Pacific Ink
I've sculpted a few sandcastles in my mind (literal) and have always felt a sense of sadness at their destruction. Perhaps that's why I went into the decorating industry. My job is to create beauty. Unfortunately styles come and go and nothing lasts forever. I've come to realise that although I desire to create something of permanence, the transient nature of all our creations reveal to us that there is a greater power. The only things that we can create that may last are our written words. (Thinking about Tolstoy now since Kate mentioned him). Our words are our legacy and you've created quie a legacy here friend. A nice though-provoking write.
Take care
~Chanti~
PS: It has been my experience in observing children that it is usually the boys (and a few girls with tomboyish tendencies ---eg. Kate hehehe) that like to watch the destruction of sandcastles. Still a great observation and expression of the intrinsic nature of man.
Nice work
Joy and starlight
HH
But, as for War and Peace - better ask Tolstoy, I guess! All I know is that I have a huge desire to run and jump all over everyone else's well-crafted sand castles, especially if they are bigger than mine... so that says a lot about me, don't it? What a Roald Dahl female nasty bit of work I am... !! And me a Mummy, too. Perhaps the problem is that the grown-ups running and ruining the world's show are just a bunch of big kids like me.
... Just playing devil's advocate here - and what need has he to appear in person when there are enough of us around?! This is such a keenly sculpted sandcastle of a poem, Jude, and needless to say it has touched a major chord in me - obviously: I'm outworking your second stanza! I am being honest when I say I hope I haven't ruined it completely... guess you won't have me to play at YOUR house again... :)) (It's my son's 16th birthday this weekend and I've a houseful... must account for something of my blinding mood. Have a good one) Kate xx
for its concrete images
for its keen observation
of children playing
for its keen observation
of human nature
good write
john+
Take care,
Sherry
well done, poet
love and peace