I frequently forget
I live in a house
built of sand
when the wind
blows - reality
descends, my
house is blown
away - I’m left
unprotected
in the open
I close the hatch
over my head
sink down
underground
until a dream
knocks again
when I let it in
and the dream
grows, I leave
reality
Continue
life within the
house of sand,
fragile – and
beautiful
fragile-beautiful is cuter that rude beautiful.... sand house is not a good option... agree..10
Margaret this is so full of truth for most of us. Our houses are very much built of sand, - such well described imagery. It has my ten
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To Gayatri Nambiar: Thank you for a stimulating comment Yes, I agree, a sand house is not a good option - but living in a stone house, becoming a prisoner of your own need for protection and safety; could be worse - I'd rather brave the elements in my sand house than become a prisoner of a safe, dreary life without dreams! Kind regards, Margaret.