A Trip Comments

A wonderful snapshot of time and emotion. Just enough detail. Enjoy the journey. Fx

To attain something you have to sacrifice one thing...thats the rule of life...Great poem, David. Simple and meaningful... Cate

Wonderful penning. Love the imagery, especially the sand slipping through your fingers. This is great. Love will come along when it's ready, when you're ready and not before (but you can have so much fun searching for it until then! !) HG: -) xx

You give the reader just enough (but not too much) information in this reflective piece about starting afresh. Love the sand in the hand metaphor - and the 'rock worn edges' of your beach. Sometimes a change of scenery is a wonderful antidote to angst and too much thinking. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Strong imagery that reinforces the idea that time is being eroded, we can dream, we can grasp those dreams or we can lose sight of them and let the grains of time slip through our fingers... this one has your deeply introspective tag on it David. j.

The series of cogent images build a memory sequence rather beautifully; there is an element of obscurity - which way time is sequencing? It matters not. The poem speaks for itself now, and probably forever. Rgds, Ivan

take a view the sea of love once a playground for fanatics of love meteoric explosions has turned the sea into Sahara hot crunching the cold hearts

The grain, the fist, the seaside imagery all suggest a deep metaphor…like the sand and the sea our hopes are born and soon we find them slipping away so easily… A unique imagery, philosophical lines Abha

The beginning and the end of the poem form a circle; it starts with the feet in sand, goes through different images and ends with slipping away...sandy poem, well penned again...

I am one who will freely admit that some poems are just too vague for me to follow. I do this, not because I can't tell where the author is going necessarily. But because I know that most of those who read it are not going to get much out of it. This is one of those times. I suppose its clear in the general sense, but that can't explain all the elements contained within it. Now I know, it's not supposed to in this modern era. But this poem is going to, hopefully, be read beyond the present time. At least, I'm sure that's the author's wish. I hope, it's the readers as well. GW62

Very nice quite sentimental good stuff Nik

Mental visions of an egg-timer going on here. How easily time, love and life slip away indeed... carpe diem. t x