A wave disintegrates into the sand
As they have done over the centuries and millennia
A timeless battle between change and constancy
Always the same, always moving forth
Yet the pursuit is always foiled
By forces too large for context
And relationships too complex for understanding
So all that is left to do is crash
The water froths in admission of defeat
Momentarily still, soon to try again
Until one day this particular wave rests at sea
Leaving only clues behind
Displaced pebbles and debris
To be unsettled by another wave
Watching this drama play out
A row of flowers, grass, twigs and dirt
The flowers and the grass grow joyfully together
Reaching tippy-toed towards the sun
A cool breeze, the sun’s constant creation,
All life sways gently
A gift of harmony and understanding from afar
The twigs and the dirt lay still
Watching their progeny in silent bemusement
Dead and living are one
And everything changes but all is the same
About the Creator
Ivy Rozen
Writer and poet with published articles, email campaigning experience, teaching experience, and a completed poetry residency with Free Verse, where I finished my first book of poems, Runcation, on sale now at www.IvanaWrites.com
Not everyone can be trusted
When my friend and I were 12 years old, we went on a 5-day school trip to Switzerland with our class. We were introduced to the trip leaders, a group of 5 people - 1 girl and 4 boys. They all seemed nice except for one of the boys, who I'll call Nathan. I had an uneasy feeling about Nathan from the start, though my friend dismissed my concerns, saying I tend to have trust issues.
By spooky session5 days ago in Poets
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