The Sand

And sometimes the blue turns to gray
As lost puppies push their nose into the sand
Digging along the shore
For something, anything
Wasting away, starving, thirsty
How long can they dig
Before the indifference of the tide
Carries them away

Why is it no one told them
There’s nothing to be found
Only the repetition of digging
The days blur; searching, searching
Till we finally understand what it is they’re looking for
But it’s not there, hasn’t been for a long time
Or maybe it never was

And we command them to stop, to come back
Because it doesn’t matter anymore
But they’re too distracted to notice
The tide, as it overtakes them
We dive in, grab all we can in desperation
They remember, welcome us
We who abandoned them
Only now, to realize
The things we have done, didn’t do
They lick the tears from our face
As we are pulled
Further and further from the safety of the shore

We thought we’ve known these cold, dark waters
Claimed to have sailed them for years
But we had no idea
No real grasp
Of how dark and cold things can really be
And we are alone
Suspended in the emptiness
Watching the lifeless body
Of each puppy
Float away from us
Too late
Though they say it never is
To remember
What they were looking for
In the sand
Where we once walked
And laughed
And dreamed


      1. Which song do you not like? Which chorus are you referring? A bird sings many songs, and there is but one voice who sings the songs I sing. Choral quails I listen but do not know how to join in.

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    I’d just want to get a trawler and catch all those puppies and bring them back. But it would be useless for they would be but bloated bags of brine, their fur coarse like with salt and sand. It’d make me cry, to have no more puppies in my puppy mansion in their puppy butler suits, no longer serving drinks nor sniffing butts.
    Damn, just had to react like a human and not a mermaid otherwise I’d run out and save you too.

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  2. Absolutely wonderful. I was moved deeply by the ‘indifference of the tide’ phrase. Outstanding.

    It immediately brought to mind an old, old song I love by Henry Gross. Great job.

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  3. Thought-provoking. I’m glad they’re only symbolic. I do think of ourselves similar to the puppies – how we search and dig into the unknown, desiring to achieve or find what may not be there. We spend our entire lives searching, often to be washed away in our dreams without ever achieving. Maybe we can notice the obvious that would give us focus and a target to pursue, whereas digging and digging we often lose.

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      1. Ah,someone is looking for compliments here 😉no scaring away 😊that it could be me early morning with no make up but no pics of such sort will ever leave my house 😜have a good weekend

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  4. Lots of great images, and fresh images I’ve never considered before. Well-written.

    My only suggestion (or thought to consider) is the final stanza isn’t parallel in structure due to the much shorter line breaks. It didn’t flow as well as the previous stanzas.

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      1. Just my viewpoint. I have an English Degree, and am partial towards traditional poetry with even stanzas. I like parallel structure.

        Free verse poetry has no rules, but you do need to carefully judge how well the line breaks work in creating flow. The best way is to read it out loud.

        If you create shorter lines in your final stanza, it should be done deliberately, for an intended effect.

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