Emmanuel Stone


This boy is making sandcastles
that tower over his head.
Great golden piles of joy
an imaginery empire created.
Delicately balanced piles
finely detailed towers
Sweat, hope and his very heart
have gone into this creation.

One wrong move,
a single gust of wind,
sends these castles of sand
tumbling heavily down.
Now this boy is drowning
under cascading piles of sand.
He tries to hold it up,
to save his very soul work
yet the sand keeps slipping through his fingers.

He must pull himself out
Save himself from a bitter end
and move away from these troubled lands
to start his empire anew.

Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 28, 2009

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  • Some Body (10/5/2009 7:01:00 AM)

    That was a great peice, made my think just how fragile life is, thanks.

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  • Linda OriLinda Ori (8/28/2009 10:52:00 AM)

    Wonderfully descriptive piece of writing. Great imagery, and also a great introspective understanding of the fragile nature of our lives and how easily they can tumble and be washed away, leaving us to the mercy of our own instincts to survive. Great read!


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