I collect Poets

I collect poets and poetry

and sand and time

in ebb and flow

and life and all it’s come and go.

In depth tranquility 

cherished

treasured fellowship, 

in still simplicity.  

Deeper wells

to quench our souls.

Held dear

from here to there

and 

day to day.

But everything moves on

and sand or time blows away.

and as much as

 I'd like to hold them near,

we only have moments and seasons. 

but, I remember, 

and

I can make whole worlds, 

pieced together 

from scraps of moments and memories.

Photo and poem by Revery

Reviews

[justyouraveragewriter]

I so favor this one. As much as we want to hold onto time, it blows out of our hands. The beautiful thing about writing is we can piece this world together ourselves.

[Belle]

This poem feels like a soft reflection on how we try to hold onto the beautiful things—poetry, people, time—even though we know they’re not ours to keep forever. It flows gently, like a quiet conversation with yourself, full of calm and acceptance. I love how it captures those small, meaningful moments we carry with us, even when everything else moves on. It’s personal, nostalgic, and honest in a way that lingers. You’re not just collecting things—you’re making sense of life through them.


Though I still miss the golden days here with you, my friend!

[Betty Hermelee]

You have a vision....and in your mind a collection of poets, poetry, and bits and pieces in the of your life...
"everything move on"....life moves on in different ways...it ebbs and flows....and it should, otherwise it might be quite boring....day to day your life changes....as does time, the oceans, the trees, the weather.... a very interesting piece...Thank you for sharing!
Warmly, B

[Revery]

Thank you for your review. Your words and points are beautiful.

[Betty Hermelee]

You’re very welcome!
Warmly
B.

[emmajoygreen]

You offer chance with your words. Time on the go, keeping up with your life, your reading, writing, capturing moments via camera. Then seems you share with others of like-minded thinking and spirit.

We were given the gift of language by revering.. understanding.. and.. loving it. Then the dream , a concept of sharing with others, seeing the world from a thousand visionary points.

I collect poets and poetry
and sand and time
in ebb and flow

and life and all it’s come and go.

[Revery]

Your reviews are as poetic as your writing! The quality of another poets eyes and heart are like treasures we don't find everyday. As much as we would like our world of those close to us with poets, they drift in and out of our lives. I like to think your part of my circle, if only random far between collection. Your such a quality soul.

[Revery]

This one isnt finished yet. It's not what I want to be yet.

[emmajoygreen]

That applies to time and coincidence, even the light on a lens can transport an emotion to a place that might live again..

[Chris Shaw]

Your poem reminded me of my life’s journey and how poetry has sustained me
through good and bad. The collection of poetry books is ever growing and my friends include many poets. It was my Grandfather who gifted poetry to me. What a blessing that was. I enjoyed my visit here Revery.

Chris

[Revery]

Yes! We need each other and peotry. It's not perfect and these people flow in and out of our lives, but if fellowship is available, we can sustain. Thank you for your comments.

[The_Ancient_Rock]

Everything moves on indeed.
Change is the only true constant.
Good poetic expression.
For all the poets that collect other poets.
Very much enjoyed reading this piece.
Keep it up! Take good care.
😄

[Revery]

Yes! We need each other because everyone else can't live at the frequency that poets can.

[The_Ancient_Rock]

You just might be right about that.
😄

[Papaya]

We keep those things that breathe life onto our souls until it's time to let go. Cherished things are held temporarily but their affect lasts forever.

[Revery]

Thank you for reviewing my poem and sharing your thoughts. :)

[Papaya]

Happy to do so. (: