Dark sand

Dark sand, brushed against me. 

Into the fabric, 

weaving in the sea. 

My mind unbound and free

thinks of the dark, 

thinks on the dark. 

cold grains gather

in a dance of darkness

and I feel their weight.

they dance in my dreams, 

and they dance in my fears.

But in the ocean horizon, 

there's a golden shine,

where our nature and heart align;

Wise and witchy, truth lies 

along the borderline,

where light meets with dark

for a hand-shake in a pine forest park

I know the place: it's not too far.

We could walk the bridge, 

and take some darkness, knead it

it's yours, and mine, and with love we bind it 

A weary wanderer fears not here

They know: what turns to dark at night, 

still speaks to light during day

Dark sand. 

Its cold grains

now dropped, mid dance.

Reviews

[Richard🖌]

Hi, Reetta : )

I am Richard, a humble poet.
A warm welcome back … I see you've been gone for awhile.
In reading your words, the imagery, emotion, and vividly spoken metaphor in your creatively original poetic voice, it began to dawn on me how skilled you are in expressing the very essence of feelings in an amazingly appealing abstractness, a method all your own.
Who else could take dark sand and turn it into a mystery of word paintings in the exact way you have.

Sheer mastery of thought and feeling-provoking imagery in every line … it's like strolling through the mist of vacillating ether.
Wow, I wrote so much … I guess you inspired me.

Thank you, Reetta! ⁓ Richard 🍃

[Drop by my place for a read … I'd like that.] : )

[Reetta]

Wow, thank you so much for your review, such encouraging words. Thank you so much Richard, yes I haven't written anything here in a long while but feel very encouraged to do more of writing now :). I will certainly give your page a visit!!

Reetta

[emmajoy]

Times when the return is easier rather than stressful, perhaps? Having a hand to hold, having another to share both doubts and delights is so wonderful. Seems your gently laid words accept that's how it is, NOW.

Have walked on sand, those fine grains.. and find the walking more a trudge, more a hardship.. and then, at night a desert moves sound.. it's odd how a beach, a shore can look so light and welcoming but in fact like a few grains in a shoe, can make for a touch or more of discomfort. Welcome to a well lit and easy path, Reetta

[Reetta]

Thank you for your review Emma I enjoyed reading your reflections - this was written when I felt depressed and felt like the darkness was a force of its own, almost kneadable like bread dough. And the dark sand describes the fear of darkness. But then there is resolve because if wise, we know that there is light beyond the darkness, and in fact the light and the dark are both needed and balance beautifully in yin and yang