SUMMER SAND
( multum in parvo )
My hand thrust deep into the sand
held there to enjoy the warmth
then slowly
cupped fingers
rose to the surface
Captured universes
Stellar galaxies
emerging into the salty air
The slightest shift
in Creation’s framework
Reconfigured
to my design
And as I straightened
fingers
to a flat palm
And then gently spread
those same fingers
The sand
water-fell
to return to its kind
Just a residue
of grains
still adhering
to my warmth
But
however small
I had disturbed the Earth
Re-designed The natural world
Left my mark on creation
Forever in its debt
[ © WHB . . . With my grateful thanks to Canadian artist, Alma Kerr,
for the inspiration and the original photographs ]
Wonderful moment well captured
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I am grateful for your positive response. Thank you, Derrick.
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What a wonderful expression of a simple ‘Peak experience’ Roland, a moment where the mundane, the obvious is elevated beyond ordinary. I feel it is moments like this that differentiate the poet as most folk have experienced this but see/feel/think nothing other than falling sand.
I agree the painting is quite something too.
Thank you Roland.
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Thanks. Nigel. Perhaps it’s to do with how the finite is connected to the infinite.
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I’m taken back by this piece, Roland. It’s beautiful. Bravo!
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Your comment pleases me greatly, Eugenia. Thank you.
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You’re welcome.
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Wonderful Roland, your poem is spiritual and uplifting. Such soft physical movements to describe
how you ‘ captured universes / stellar galaxies’.
You end it in the same vein and I so love this:
“But
however small
I had disturbed the Earth
Re-designed The natural world
Left my mark on creation
Forever in its debt”
Superb
miriam
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A very generous response. Thank you, Miriam.
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A very powerful and evocative poem Roland and I enjoyed how you portrayed a simple act as something much larger in the cycle of life. It highlights how the small things all gather to make the big shifts. Your last stanza describes it perfectly.
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I am grateful for your comments, Davy.
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This is so beautiful, Roland! You are making a positive difference in the world, and here on WordPress!
HUGS!!! 🙂
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Many thanks for your generous comment, Carolyn.
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