' sands '
this trampled sand's a lesser known canvas
here hearty laughters live without a fence
quaint vocabularies of winds and waves
lend to the low profile sorrows credence
so tread lightly over the love stories
soothing this crumbled detritus of time
washing the haunts of a spectral beauty
caressing the lines of a lover's name
written on the shores of a raging sea
waves erase the phantoms of yesterday ..
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Saturday, February 14, 2009
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Time can be brutle to relationships.
Excellent Poem!
Past experience can indeed become spectral. Nicely said.
I love this and its fragile haunting beauty.
Exactly the way it feels to be at the beach and to wonder.
Such a feeling of wonder. Very real...
you clutch the vacuum
a lesser-known canvas ~ wow this feels like a brimming book of creative feelings all by itself
Indeed the life of today becomes the ghosts of tomorrow.
Great poem.
I love how you've captured the emotion of the beach and ocean in this poem. The first line sets the stage so powerfully. Lovely, JP/deb
indeed...hearty laughters living without a fence...this is hopeful poetry, zoya--
Thank you so much--
Deborah Godin said...
" Love the OSI Spectral poem Sands! The line "so tred lightly over the love stories' is just brilliant. BTW, please don't hesitate to delete any of the comments I leave here if you like. I just come here becuase I can't use the embedded format on your other blog."
February 15, 2009 10:45 AM
soothing this crumbled detritus of time
washing the haunts of a spectral beauty
caressing the lines of a lover's name
written on the shores of a raging sea........
I was there inside those words!
I am a sand writer from way back.
I loved this verse.
TJ
Very intriguing and visual, and again, I am not disappointed.
"so tread lightly over the love stories"
beautiful
The sands of time, perhaps.
So very passionate yet transcends boundaries... thank you Z.
Wow!!!!I love this one. Images of time and past.
Such beautiful lines...I felt both melancholy and yearning for times past. Thank you for sharing these lovely words.
the soothing subtle sound of waves can be heard... the tides and the sea... never would have thought shifting sands as a canvas.. a beautiful poem...
beautiful! this speaks of the impermanence of all things... and that all things must pass..
Bittersweet - nothing stays the same. Love the way you used the beach and sand to tell the story of time.
This was a beautiful poem Zoya.
Man this is too good!
lovely lovely!
beautiful words, haunting image. On top of that, you used one of my favorite words. Can't find enough reasons to use detritus;-)))
I love the line "quaint vocabularies of winds and waves"...wonderful imagery!
~Patti
..many thanks to all of u..
Haunting and evocative.
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