#sandbox
Even as the golden embers of the Sun
sweep the rough surfaces of wood,
the rays command the light to twist,
to show the perfectly imperfect portrait of life.
Even as nature's breath let
the crisp autumn leaves sway with the air,
you don't cease your own little dance
within the children's sandbox.
Even as your eyes crinkle along the edges
with your nose crunching like a flower bud,
you seem as if you were Touch-Me-Nots
that found its way to become a Sunflower.
Even as we align like a seesaw
with weights that drift us apart to a distance, but
bring us closer to the equilibrium,
we would always be close but never quite there.
Even as I see you the way that I do,
even if my words won't reach you,
I write all these to let other seedlings know
of a special flower called *you.
Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 10:17 AM UTC
Society is just a bunch of little kids
Playing in the dirt,
Grubby fingers digging in the mud,
Wide eyes and buck toothed grins
Awestruck by shiny pebbles.
All we will ever know or will ever see
Is contained in this 10 by 10 square
Of ants and stray blades of grass,
Hands sticky with fruit juice.
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 3:25 PM UTC
You want to be manipulated,
you like it this way,
to be robbed from your agency,
to be imprisoned deliberately.
And in the sandbox play as you will,
With known constraints
And known space to fill.
You want it altered just so enough
As to tell things apart,
But to be told where they belong,
Hinted at what’s right or wrong.
And in the new stuff find exhilaration ,
But newness is old news;
Just give them the passion.
May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 11:52 AM UTC
I'm a kid in a sandbox,
as if each sand molecule is a word.
and every pile built becomes a poem.
I am a kid in the sandbox
building a castle of visionary verses,
as inner child comes out
and time stops.
I am a kid in the sandbox,
constructing inside grace,
Inside the moment that holds
endless creative poetry.
I am a kid in the sandbox ,
putting on a writers hat
who will never grow up.
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 1:34 PM UTC
I'd like to be buried in sand
so when an archeologist, an excavationist, or a child
walks into the sandbox,
they might believe my body is a hidden treasure,
and for once,
I would be remembered.
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 4:36 PM UTC
"The sand box now is empTy
The toys resT on the shelF
The house is almosT silenT
As I siT here by my selF.
Maybe I Should build a casTLe
Or brush thaT old dolls hair
And painT The rusTed swing seT
To leT them Know I care,
For they helped me raise my
Children
to Face the challenges oF life
Where building, climbing, nurTuring
Will carry. them Through sTrife"
©1987JMF
Nov 16, 2025
Nov 16, 2025 at 3:15 PM UTC