Sandra Adams Poet Free verse

One Grain Unseen

I stand as if one grain of sand among billions unseen
as the force of life's storms wash over me
with the same tantamount as this ocean
lashing out against the shore
battered, bloodied, ever changing
yet breathing with the same rhythm
as these waves coming in and out

I watch the horizon bleed
at nighttide as it swallows the sun whole
watching inquisitively at the beauty
with the same curiosity as a child's eyes
peering out for the first time
never questioning the grandeur
as the moon emerges
from the same depths
as the sinking sun

i wish upon a shooting star
clasp my hands on bended knee 
then pray as this salty spray reaches my lips
yet i cavil his existence in sorrow
as i kiss the lips of death

03/08/2020

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Ronald D Thompson April 5, 2020 at 9:16 AM Beautifully penned Sandra. You are indeed a special talent! Ron

Estela Canama April 4, 2020 at 6:46 AM Wonderfully written! I can feel the aroma of the ocean on this poem. Congrats, Sandra. Stay safe and God bless!

Francis Brown March 21, 2020 at 9:15 PM cool!

Robertina B. March 19, 2020 at 11:25 AM Congratulations on your win, Sandra... Your write is a Masterpiece ! An exquisite gem that shines... Really enjoyed, dear friend.. Have a blesssed day! Sandra Adams March 19, 2020 at 12:44 PM thank you so much Robertina for your kind words... glad you enjoyed this one... hugs and blessings

CayCay Godwin March 17, 2020 at 10:22 AM This seals the deal for me - there's no doubt writing is what you were born to do, among other loving accomplishments. You are a word painter and I, an admirer. Hope you're not bus driving - oh, surely school is closed, got concerned for a moment. Love reading you. Hugs ... CayCay Sandra Adams March 18, 2020 at 6:27 PM what a kind thing to say....schools are closed, I am frightened of this virus going around....prayers we all stay safe... hugs and blessings

Quoth Theraven March 15, 2020 at 12:27 PM Sandra, The wonder of that one special grain. The sun can't shine on all of them, all of the time. Children and crabs dig them. -Richard Sandra Adams March 17, 2020 at 9:54 AM thank you so much Richard... no the sun can't reach them all at the same time... some shine while others remain in the shadows... hugs

Jack Webster March 14, 2020 at 6:36 PM Congratulations, Sandra! Sandra Adams March 17, 2020 at 9:53 AM thank you so much Jack... hugs

Kim Rodrigues March 14, 2020 at 5:18 PM Great imagery, Sandra! Congrats! Sandra Adams March 17, 2020 at 9:52 AM thank you Kim...my muse poked through a little for this one... hugs

Jennifer Proxenos March 13, 2020 at 11:55 PM Congratulations on an awesome win Sandy- you are so right we are but a grain of sand on the beach, in the world in fact - you bring it so vividly to our attention as you also do the salty sea spray reaching your lips. Kudos my friend. Blessings Jennifer Sandra Adams March 17, 2020 at 9:52 AM thank you so much Jennifer...I was pleased with the win since my muse has been hard to find these days... hugs and blessings

Krish Radhakrishna March 13, 2020 at 3:55 AM Nice one Sandra. Congrats on your win! Sandra Adams March 17, 2020 at 9:51 AM thank you so much Krish… hugs

Chris Green March 11, 2020 at 3:50 PM Congrats on your win with this beautifully sad poem Sandy Sandra Adams March 11, 2020 at 6:31 PM Thank you so much Chris :) hugs

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart March 11, 2020 at 7:57 AM Fantastic engaging write Sandra. Could taste the salt. Congratulations for your win! xomo :), Sandra Adams March 11, 2020 at 6:31 PM Thank you so much Maureen... hugs

Juliet Ligon March 10, 2020 at 12:42 PM Interesting personification. Great imagery. Sandra Adams March 11, 2020 at 6:30 PM thank you so much Juliet :) hugs

Paula Goldsmith March 9, 2020 at 6:35 PM Congratulations on your win. Enjoy your win and day........ Sandra Adams March 9, 2020 at 7:10 PM Thank you so much:) hugs

John Watt March 9, 2020 at 4:43 PM Back to congratulate for your wonderful double win today! Sandra Adams March 9, 2020 at 7:10 PM Thank you so much :) hugs

Sam Kauffman March 9, 2020 at 4:21 PM Really striking imagery, my friend - "as I kiss the lips of death." Congratulations on your win! Sandra Adams March 9, 2020 at 7:12 PM Thank you so much Sam :) hugs

Anne-Lise Andresen March 9, 2020 at 3:20 PM - Love how you describe these feelings in this wonderful poem, Sandra ... to see with a child's curiosity ... we should do it often :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Sandra Adams March 9, 2020 at 7:12 PM Thank you Anne-Lise :) hugs

Tom Cunningham March 9, 2020 at 2:19 PM A verse tinged with sadness Sandra and you realise how small and insignificent you are in the big scheme of things. Hope you're well. Tom. Sandra Adams March 9, 2020 at 7:13 PM Thank you Tom : ) hugs

Kim Rodrigues March 9, 2020 at 12:02 PM Salty spray reaches your lips and you cavil his existence in sorrow. WOW! Sandra Adams March 9, 2020 at 7:13 PM Thank you Kim :) hugs

John Watt March 9, 2020 at 11:33 AM Sandra, great to see you back after a week off, hope you have been well. Another wistful write with the celestial and maritime images on your palette as you paint an existential masterpiece. What a talent you have and share. Hugs ~ John Sandra Adams March 9, 2020 at 7:14 PM Thank you John for your Kind words :) hugs

Chris Green March 9, 2020 at 7:31 AM The sadness in this poem touches me to my core. I can feel this as I read it, tears well up and the words find their way to my heart. So very deep and sad Sandy. Sandra Adams March 9, 2020 at 7:15 PM Thank you so much Chris :) hugs

Demetrios Trifiatis March 9, 2020 at 6:58 AM When one reaches the depths of his/her soul there discovers one's true self! Powerful poem dearest, Sandra! Hugs xxx Sandra Adams March 9, 2020 at 7:15 PM Thank you dear Demetrios :) hugs

Susan Ashley March 8, 2020 at 9:05 PM I love the dark depth of your emotional imagery, Sandy. Beautifully moving melancholy. Warmest wishes always.. ~Susan Sandra Adams March 9, 2020 at 7:16 PM Thank you so very much Susan :) hugs

Frederic Parker March 8, 2020 at 7:22 PM You are blessed with the depth of thought dear poet, not all who write poetry are Sandra Adams March 8, 2020 at 7:23 PM what a kind thing to say, thank you Frederic... hugs

David Mchattie March 8, 2020 at 4:03 PM Such imagery. A wonderful piece. We all have a cross to bare. Have a great day my friend. Sandra Adams March 8, 2020 at 7:23 PM thank you so much my friend.... hugs

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