SAND BLOWN
AWAY
Shilloutes
of stored things
Fill the
room
Kettles, Dolce Cabana clothes,
Cookers,
assorted things
Left as
luggage
On a
railway station
Unboarded
The train has gone
Not a
breath stirs
The
suitcases
Jammed with
imagined treasures
Now who
will take my Tupperware?
Life has
left
So also joy
and jokes
Skimming
salvation
Like a
stone skipping on a laughing lake
that lost a chance
to engage
Now we wait
for sand
To cover
the evidence
Fragmenting
time
Into parceled
take aways
Only a
memory
Stored in a
chalice
Blown
Away
Mind boggling Sand Blown Away!
ReplyDeletePlease add an interpretative commentary Philip, for ordinary folks like us to understand your latest blog.
I read it a couple of times before penning these comments. But couldn't figure out what you are trying to communicate.
Awaiting your response.
Jose, Aluva.
Thanks, this is about us trying to collect and store things and not engaging with the really important question of salvation, looking at it from the perspective of an observer from this side of heaven.
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