We are sandcastles
Daily we build
by night we are gone
released into the potential
of whatever tomorrows tidings bring.
Some run screaming from that tide
Clinging preciously to the lines that define
Who they are
What they think
Others collapse gratefully knowing
we are not the walls and turrets that a child builds with clumsy hands
We are of course – always and everlastingly
12 thoughts on “Rising Tides”
Thanks Colin 😊
You are, as ever, very welcome! 🙂
This is a wonderful poem, Kate, so much more than the surface tide. Hope all is well. 😊
Thanks Elle and yes, all wonderful here. I hope you are well also.
You’re welcome, Kate. Happy to hear, yes all’s well here. 😊🌻
Such a joy to hear from you again, Kate!
Such a joy to be writing poetry again Rosaliene. I was cleaning my house and sitting down to write every hour or so yesterday as something came to me. Creativity is a wonderful energy when it’s present in our lives.
So true! I haven’t yet been able to return to my third book in progress.
Thanks Michelle 😊
You’re welcome, Kate. 🙂