Shifting Sands

The sands of time
Ever shifting 
Layers of useless silt
Piled in mounds
Coating reality
Strong storms brew
Ferocious dust clouds swirl
Envelop in debilitating disorientation 
Time . . . passes
Stubborn sands settle anew
A few grains lost to the wind, perhaps
Unwavering truth poking through


W3 Prompt #164: Wea’ve Written Weekly poet of the week, Sheila, prompts us to write a quadrille on the theme of loss and what remains.

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20 thoughts on “Shifting Sands

  1. I really like “A few grains lost to the wind, perhaps” — that word perhaps softens the certainty of loss and leaves just enough room for something enduring, Jenn.

    To me, personally, it gives the whole poem a contemplative feel.

    ~David

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  2. Jen a great poem, I love how it explores the themes of time, memory, and truth, you effectively convey the complexities of navigating life’s shifting sands and the solace found in enduring truths 💞

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