Liilia Talts Morrison

Gold Star - 4,968 Points (August 20,1937 / Estonia)

Scribbles On The Sand - Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

I watch a little crab a'crawling
Along the briny sand of an abandoned beach
His footprints are so fragile and quite fleeting
Obliterated soon by wind and rising tide

I look down at my feet and hands now idle
While in my mind a thousand thoughts create
Word castles of great import and quite worthy
Not ready yet to be set down or seen

And then I ponder tracks of that small creature
Whose purpose is much smaller than is mine
Yet he is busy living his intention
By making marks to celebrate his day

A crashing wave now washes out the traces
Of trails and scratches made by seaside life
I jump up to avoid its drenching
Run quickly home to pen a line or two

I'd rather write a mediocre poem
Than leave that perfect epic in that cave
Of hallowed thoughts and concepts undeveloped
Because the work is not yet flawless or precise

I'd rather scribble transitory ditties
A gentle verse recorded on the wing
Of unremembered dragonflies in breezes
Of little consequence or import to the world

I'd rather chronicle a cipher with no cadence
Recording textures of a gritty sea oats stalk
Instead of planning mighty contemplations
Not to be penned till all the t's are crossed

For when I finally roll up my parchment
And fold my hands to form a final prayer
I'll be assured my pale imperfect musings
Have left a path of scribbles on the sand

I watch a little crab a crawling
Along the briny sand of a forgotten beach
His footprints are so fragile and quite fleeting
Obliterated soon by wind and rising tide.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

I decided the other day that it is better to write a poem than to think about writing a perfect poem, which may never happen. This is what evolved.

Comments about Scribbles On The Sand by Liilia Talts Morrison

  • Captain Cur (7/10/2012 10:39:00 PM)


    This scratch on the sand will not soon be obliterated, I can assure
    you of that. So if this is what your scribble looks like I can't wait to
    see the perfect poem. But in the mean time keep scratching the sand.
    Great Job, I enjoyed the poem!
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 11, 2012


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