a fistful of sand

. The waves spilled the rising tide back into the scattered footprints in the sand deeply entrenched in life’s mystery, receding into every breaking wave A stiff sea breeze put back every grain of sand, elements of a larger object gathers, gravity firmed, into the silent shoreline chasms— a beheld essence washed out to sea by the fugitive tides and retreating sea-foam Soon all trodden traces visibly vanish; unmarked mileposts on a metaphysical pathway slip away back to a windswept shoreline and elapsing summer tide Seabirds glide in slow-motion, held sway into the shapeless gusts — as if feathered puppets hovering, hanging from the rafters of the burgeoning orange sky There's an uncommon peace in the renaissance; effervescent crisp ocean air filling the indefinable emptiness marooned within each heartbeat’s echo Each new breath inhaled, disappearing within the unhealed hollow of every thing once believed; fully aware this life is unholdable as time, yet feeling many things deeply retained in each passing moment— slipping away like a handful of sand sifting through all these hands once held Presence becoming wreathed in a miasma of stillness, space that levitates like an unpredictable fog that seeps into the gnawing voids of an unsated hunger harlon rivers ... August 1st, 2018

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M / Edge of the woods

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M / Edge of the woods

Published: Jul 31, 2018
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Notes: a piece from the TRAVELOGUE collection:
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/27104/travelogue/

Getting away from my ordinary life maze seems to be changing perspective; moments still unfold as they are intended, but there is less peripheral distraction, more focus on the simple things that enrich life in the moment.

I did not plan on posting anything else until back to daily Internet access
in Fall ... plus, much I've scribbled these days, seems derivative of the last pieces i've published: that said, this is of the present moment and as close to peace as I've tread in eons: Thank you for taking the time to check out something newly written at a time when my web access and participation @ HePo is sporadic at best. :) rivers
Tags: #metaphysical #pathway #footprints #marooned #summeringaway #travelogue

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