as footsteps bruise

 

when footsteps bruise our

ancient shores, they - swept an'

washed by up-down tides ..

the distant horizon weeps calm

'neath salve white waves

moated castles made by yet

another playful, plump boy

all fingers an' thumbs  

his doting mother smiles wide

as father applauds

an' dear greying granny Annie

recalls when her own son, 

mixed up man-size moats..

since then each every tide has

swept many memories

towards those far horizons

where this moment's future is

destined to return forever 

Reviews

[Neville]

bruises are our temporary scars .. they remind us of how lucky we are to be alive .. I am glad I felt obliged to pass this way not once, but more than .. Neville

[emmajoygreen]

Many thanks for your more than understanding review, Neville. Perhaps bruises are day to day reminders as to how very, very valuable life is. Take care of yourself, sir.

[Beccy]

Each experience matters, but so do the sometime bruises that come with living our lives. They enhance and embed our memories and regardless of how much time passes those finger and thumbed created sandcastles remain in our hearts and minds and do indeed return forever.

Such a lovely poem.

Beccy. X

[emmajoygreen]

Many, many thank yous, Beccy. Wish I'd been in the cafe when you visited.. have been in email looking at wedding photos! Truly hope all's going well in your lives and of course, you're well and hopeful day by day and into the future. Look forward to a catch up... one fine day! xx

[Pallavi]

Reminds me of my childhood.
Nostalgia hit me hard!

Thank you!

[emmajoygreen]

Thank YOU, how kind.

[Mauricio Montoya]

The words are poetic but as they flow very painful, but a change of hope I had to stop reading because its a good write.
Thank you for sharing.

[emmajoygreen]

Many thanks for visiting, Mauricio, you're always so generous. 'Hope life is being kind to you, sir, plus, kindness and love are filling your world with smiles.

[Mauricio Montoya]

Emma you have gift for words
Thank you for sharing

[emmajoygreen]

you're welcome.

[Betty Hermelee]

memories in sand castles swept away by the moon’s tides… and more sand castles will be be built by little kids and the swept away to only memories
and it will continue through time ……..excellent writing my dear Em,so real and so beautiful…i can picture all of this in my mind’s eye…..
always a pleasure to read. your delicious poems🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷
smile😊

[emmajoygreen]

Good morning wrapped in smiles galore, dear Betty! More than happy to read such your ever appreciative words! Wishing you and your darlings a wonderful new month! 🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷copied but
doubled 🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷 cos I'm in a giving mood this month! :))))

[Betty Hermelee]

I'm wrapped in smiles as well.... because we're two of a kind!!! xoxo

[emmajoygreen]

We ought to learn the words to, 'Sisters, sisters.. dum de dum dee dum.. etcetera!!!

Yes, we are. Clevah, yes????

[Kady R.]

Hiiii Emmaaa!!!

I remember the beach would fill my mind with imagination. Now the beach is a place of peace and relaxation. A place where I can recharge.

The memories of sandcastles are long gone but the imagination of it all stays. This is where it resonates "towards far horizons where the future is ever destined to return."

Thanks for transporting me to the happiest moments of my life through your poem🤗🤗🤗🥰🥰🥰

--Kady

[emmajoygreen]

How wonderful our exchange has been in the past minute or so! Both you and I enjoy the open air and most everything it offers... and know how very precious it all is. We need its near free gift, treasure and protect it. Yes?! Take care of yourself too. Now - for me - to sleep,
perchance to dream'.

[Kady R.]

Awww thanks Emma!! It is great to know another fellow nature lover.🤗🤗🥰🥰Hope you slept well!!!

[LisaCarol]

“Towards far horizons where the future is ever destined to return” is so powerful and poetic. The vision of the beach and the family playing in the sand is impeccable.

[emmajoygreen]

Your reviews are always so thoughtfully stated, LisaCarol. Many thanks, will be back in the cafe later, dear friend.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This was a wonderful read, Emma. I enjoyed it. "And so castles made of sand melt into the sea, eventually." Jimi Hendrix

[emmajoygreen]

My big brother was a big fan of that guy! However,
had not thought of that line, wish I had! Perhaps later, I can add it to my scribble! Many thanks, my friend.

[Pete]

telling, metaphorical title. brings back childhood memories of days at the beach. sandcastles with moats were a staple. anticipation and excitement would rise with the tide as we waited to see how our labor would fare. we would kick down what was still standing before the tide had a chance to wash it all away (that way we could claim some victory over the tide). very well thought out and articulated. most enjoyable read although a touch sad. probably amongst my many favorites of yours!

[emmajoygreen]

Am so pleased you had time to review the above - you are such an honest reviewer, select the good and mention the opposite. I truly appreciate the consideration and time given, Pete - thank you so very much.