Child playing in a sandbox

Child playing in a sandbox

A Poem by Beccy
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so little time.

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Knowledge, like the universe, gradually unfurls,
revealing new stars, constellations more
exquisite than a Rodin curve.

Soon though, there will be no secrets, 
only the memory of discovery. 

It's like the first delicate stripping 
of lace from a slender limb;
followed then by the smell of absence,
like dust falling through the air,
a temporary drifting; knowing
that all dreams rust with age
as they lie asleep in the 
promise of being.

© 2017 Beccy


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Something I especially prefer – very original writing! From your familiar title, I couldn’t have imagined where this poem would take me. Some rare descriptions: “the smell of absence” . . . I feel your lines could be pondered in many different directions & yet also I feel there’s specific intent in each word choice. I love to see contrasts in writing (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 5 Years Ago


Don't know I missed this (and there are others) but in might be a caseof 'best is last' in a way.

Your words truly drip insight, fragility, awareness. What you can see, you feel, perhaps want more but know it's more a key than the lock it opens.

So wish you had time to write more.. would sit here day in and out.. leqrning what you feel, feelings what you;ve grown to understand.

So often expectations curl at the corners, just as all dreams rust with age (brilliant phrase)

Thank you, Beccy.! You've opened a way forward

Posted 6 Years Ago


thanks for sharing an excellent work of yours.
simple and fragile... beautiful

Posted 7 Years Ago


Thank you Jimmy.

Sometimes, even when I watch the new buds of spring unfolding, it is hard not to be cynical.

Beccy.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Though a bit cynical, pure poetry.
At a certain point in their lives, many people simply stop searching; they blame it on family, the job, other responsibilities and rationalizations.
Tragic. The world is far more fantastic than even the most fanciful could imagine.
Stimulating read, Beccy!


Posted 7 Years Ago


It may sound silly but I see this as an animation. Visually of course but remarkably rich and satisfying. The reader soon discovers that the metaphorical title is just the icing on the universal cake to a woven complexity. I love it.

Posted 7 Years Ago


There will be no secrets and knowledge will be a click away so why learn? Will we be a race of fools - totally reliant on the Supreme-Google (like a dalek without the egg-whisk or the bog-clearer) of the future.

We will resemble the scrap yards rusting and waiting for our parts to be taken.
Sorry I started so optimistically too.
Great writing Beccy. A real feel of redundancy.
:)

Posted 7 Years Ago


Be the eternal student as the saying goes in any way , shape or form. It is love and thirst for it that gives us the connection with all. The journey of discovery never ends. An excellent penning...:)................

Posted 7 Years Ago


We learn , we discard, and then relearn. The constant hunt for knowledge is a voyage of discovery that we pursue from childhood. Your sandbox analogy describes this so well.

Norman

Posted 7 Years Ago


I like the notion of dreams rusting. Never thought of dreams passing their sell-by date before. Knowledge is a strange thing, we crave it then mourn it. Always want more.

Posted 7 Years Ago



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Beccy
Beccy

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I'm forty four, single and have a lovely fifteen year old son called Charlie. I've been writing poetry and short stories since I can remember. I have always been an assiduous reader of poetry and real.. more..

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