Uloia Norris Moore

A Grain Of Sand

Upon a beach
must after sought
feet our toes
the fingers they
know

That which all
wish to walk
small grains of
sand
do so talk

A pearl saith I
can so become
if the wise oyster
takes me in

The sun shinning
down
backs hot
into the sea
all run for comfort

Salty skin
fresh ocean
smell
towel drapped
around
does make
all feel well

While foot print
in the sand
left I
when turning back
thundering of a wave
did I so hear

I glance back
ocean reclaimed
that which
was hers

Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 1, 2007
Poem Edited: Friday, March 18, 2011

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  • Alison Cassidy (9/21/2007 9:14:00 PM)

    This is a strangely appealing piece - with its awkward, staccato rhythm and its warm recognizable images of the sea. Great title too. There is much depth beneath your waves. love, Allie xxxx

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  • David Harris (9/1/2007 12:40:00 AM)

    There is a loving feel about this poem. We are all but a grain of sand under someones eyes. We leave our footprints on this earth where ever we go. A great write my friend and thanks for sharing it.
    David

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  • David dfsg (8/2/2007 8:57:00 AM)

    Nicely written, has a lot of depth behind it.

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  • Marci Made (7/26/2007 3:59:00 PM)

    Another beauty.....love that it's about the ocean and all its wonders.....Grains of sand we all be, finite pieces throughout eternity... marci.xo

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  • Anita Blake (7/1/2007 12:36:00 PM)

    wonderful writing like always lol

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