Memory
As the tide washes the sand,
watery paths become only a memory,
each grain shifted by the flow,
forever transient, forever moving, forever changing,
and yet still it goes on.
The ebbs and flows are choreographed,
yet no tidal dance gets repeated,
it just goes on and on,
moving in time to the rhythm
of the moons pull on gravity.
Joining in with Adrienne for Six words Friday.
Have a good weekend..I'm off to the beach!
Amanda x
Lovely poem Amanda and very apt for the picture. Have a good time at the beach :-))
ReplyDeleteThank you, I didn't know what do for memory but somehow this just worked. :)
DeleteBeautiful words and pictures. Sarah x
ReplyDeleteThanks :)
DeleteAmanda, your poem was hypnotic for me. Six word lines going back and forth, back and forth. Well done.
ReplyDeleteImpressive prose. It goes perfectly with your beach shot. Have a great time at the beach (Lucky you.)
ReplyDeleteSuch a very touching poem Amanda. xx
ReplyDeleteJust so lovely, love the ballet shoes in your last post.
ReplyDeleteThat is poignant. I live near the beach and get mesmerised by the tides. Beautiful poem to capture the feelings.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photo and the words are lovely.
ReplyDeleteLovely words and the photo is just beautiful. x
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely love this!
ReplyDeleteWow - love what you did with this prompt - so thought provoking! I love the ever changing shore line, and the ebb and flow of it all. It really works as a metaphor for memories - Thanks so much for linking up!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the kind words and for hosting:)
DeleteVery poetic, and perfect for that photo ... Hoping that the sand and sea was lovely when you got there.
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