Sandra Adams Poet Free verse

Building Walls

sometimes
i sit at the edge
of the shore
counting grains
of sifted sand
in my hands
trying to imagine
how long 
you've been gone

i build walls
around me
to protect me
knowing the waves
will come along
crash against them
and leave me
in the ruins again

i look for shadows
to lift me back up
listen for your voice
to be carried
through the wind

i try to remember
that southern drawl
in the whispers
of memories
as they fall

i flip through
old photos
trying to recall
your laughter
or remember
your scent

i close my eyes
to imagine you
aged with time
but all i see
is you 
stilled

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Gershon Wolf November 20, 2019 at 5:58 PM Sand castles of the mind… and the (broken) heart...Nicely done, Sandra! :) gw Sandra Adams November 20, 2019 at 7:01 PM Thank you so very much Gershon... hugs

Chris Green November 20, 2019 at 6:46 AM Such a sad and heart wrenching poem my friend. But since you have chosen to build those walls out of sand, there is hope that they will come down and allow the sun to shine on you in every way. Beautifully sad Sandy. Sandra Adams November 20, 2019 at 7:01 PM Thank you so much my friend...with my love for the ocean what else could i build walls out of... hugs :) i appreciate you and all your kindness!

Vijay Pandit November 20, 2019 at 6:21 AM We seek solace through memories well preserved--but undoubtedly it comes with pain--sad poem lovingly expressed, Sandy. Sandra Adams November 20, 2019 at 6:59 PM Thank you so much my friend... was digging deep to pen something last night... hugs

Regina Mcintosh November 20, 2019 at 6:13 AM Sad and beautiful, too. Love it. God bless you, sweet lady... You're a wonderful writer. Love to you, Gina Sandra Adams November 20, 2019 at 6:58 PM what a kind thing to say, thank you Gina... hugs :)

Ann Foster November 20, 2019 at 3:41 AM Very sad... wow... so longing... great write... excellent pen on this one... ann Sandra Adams November 20, 2019 at 6:58 PM Thank you so very much Ann... hugs

Hello There November 19, 2019 at 11:25 PM Sometimes when we need to feel their presence most, it is most elusive... Well-written, my friend...hugs. Sandra Adams November 20, 2019 at 6:57 PM thank you so much my friend... hugs :)

Line Gauthier November 19, 2019 at 10:03 PM Very beautiful, Sandra. A FAVE for me. Sandra Adams November 20, 2019 at 6:56 PM Thank you so much Line...i am honored :) hugs

Na Na November 19, 2019 at 9:39 PM Nicely done Sandra. This one is deep. The memories of a lost love one can carry us in ways we never have been carried before. as they wash ashore or hide in a shadow its for us to see and relinguish. Thanks for sharing this Sandra Adams November 20, 2019 at 6:55 PM he died at a young age....it's hard to imagine someone aging when they were still youthful last you saw them.... thank you hugs