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Sifting Hands Through Sand, an Old Photo
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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Sifting Hands Through Sand, an Old Photo Sitting in the sand, sifting sand through hands, the warmth remarkable. To touch is a thing she does to know what’s real, and this place holds happiness in crashing surf, and seagull cry. Around her neck, a mustard seed drops into the pale blue of her bathing suit. The dark curls of her hair are tied down with clips and rubberbands. Don’t dare take a picture, her eyes say, don’t dare take a picture of me pale and watching and alone, hold me instead against your basket of warm milk and jelly sandwiches, sing me water music with words that say okay to be so lost and afraid, okay to be so angry. Is it okay to be pale in this land of sun, to glare at the camera’s eye, to be angry at the mustard seed? Belief, was why, and faith, she wore it. Each day she’d think all things are possible today my hands will only be little girl hands in the sand, sifting hands through sand. |
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Allan Riverwood
since 2001-01-04
Posts 3502Winnipeg |
Hey, this is wonderful! I had it all pictured in my mind. Well worded in many places as well, I like the style of this one. "hold me instead against your basket of warm milk and jelly sandwiches" This part hit me especially. Great job!  ~Allan If I had your eyes, I'd be blind. For I can only see out of my own. ~~Carly Van Dort |
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Dopey Dope
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Member Patricius
since 2000-08-30
Posts 11132San Juan, Puerto Rico |
Great poem. Well done! I liked it.  I was born myself, raised myself, and will continue to be myself. The world will just have to adjust. I'm in love with my shadow I admire it daily |
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LoveBug
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since 2000-01-08
Posts 4697 |
"Each day she’d think all things are possible today my hands will only be little girl hands in the sand, sifting hands through sand." The thoughts and memories that can surface with a picture are often deep and complicated. You make such beautiful sense of it all. I especally like the quoted stanza. Thanks for sharing. "Men judge generally more by the eye than by the hand, for everyone can see and few can feel."-Machiavelli |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Ah Martie....let's go back to the sandbox, shall we? This is so tender, and so like you... |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Martie~ I can only be swept up in your memories and appreciate the 'sharing' of an old photo. Sometimes ... very much like you ... I hold a memoried photograph just to make sure it won't fade from my heart. I love you, my friend. Thank you from the bottom of my heart  for sharing yours. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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