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Sand, Wind and Reality

the beginning felt solid to me, like tasting another day with choice
       and i am a drifter, one sifting as sand   (not in an hourglass)     
                 i am free like the wind,
                            so-     this feeling i didn’t understand,
                                           how could i?
                 
      i’m not one “planted by the rivers of water” 
                  nestled beside a firm tree
                                
    
          suddenly: i pause and stare, completely unaware
                                  that somehow in this reality - 

                    you would attempt to manipulate my voice,
                         change my shape and mold me
   
                                       don’t you dare!!!
                                 
                 quickly: 
            become aware, that sand does not belong in your hand
                                    (a feeling you better comprehend)
                              



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Just a little scribble

Featured Poem- 11/22/2020

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Mahtab Bangalee November 24, 2020 at 7:19 PM i’m not one “planted by the rivers of water"/ nestled beside a firm tree....just excellent poetic expression; I enjoyed your independent thoughts Brandy Nicole November 24, 2020 at 9:09 PM Thank you Mahtab. So kind of you to read this little scribble of mine and leave your thoughts upon it. My best to you. :) Brandy

John Watt January 4, 2020 at 1:58 AM Brandy, these are deep waters. The right to freedom is in the DNA of every human being and to be deprived of it is our worst nightmare. I think that is why I resonate so much with tigers, they should roam free and not be caged or manipulated for selfish gain. Your words ring true, sister. Brandy Nicole January 4, 2020 at 1:17 PM I completely agree! Caging is denying freedom. Being grounded is one thing, knowing where you belong. However, to hold one against their will- that is very wrong. Thank you John for this wonderful comment. Your thoughts hold so much truth. I appreciate you. ~ Brandy

Running Wolves December 11, 2019 at 4:56 AM There ya go there's that awesome fighting free spirit... On has a better chance of taming the wind....than taming a free spirit... Brandy Nicole December 11, 2019 at 1:12 PM Exactly!! What is free, should remain that way. Your thoughts hold so much truth. Thank you Robert. ~ Brandy

Mike Bayles October 24, 2019 at 5:28 PM I enjoyed this poem, Brandy. Brandy Nicole October 24, 2019 at 6:50 PM Thank you Mike!! So kind of you to stop by and read this little scribble of mine. Your thoughts are appreciated. ~ Brandy

Richard Lamoureux September 10, 2019 at 5:40 PM Yes I agree *lol* Brandy Nicole September 10, 2019 at 9:54 PM Ahhh, it seems we both agree on that thought then. :)

Richard Lamoureux September 9, 2019 at 10:49 AM If we try to control we lose the ecstasy of losing control. Brandy Nicole September 9, 2019 at 7:18 PM In moments of ecstasy, sometimes being in control is exciting. Just sayin'. Thank you Richard. :) Brandy

Winged Warrior September 9, 2019 at 8:29 AM You have a way with words my friend...gliding off your pen...A Brandy brand lol...^WW^ :o) Brandy Nicole September 9, 2019 at 7:13 PM It's not my fault! Blame it on the Muse. :) Thank you my Warrior with Wings. Your thoughts bring a smile. :) Brandy

Silent One September 8, 2019 at 8:08 AM This is deep, maybe just a scribble to you.. but its is deep.. do not let anyone control or manipulate you... great poem. Brandy Nicole September 8, 2019 at 2:50 PM Thank you Silent One. Exactly!! Never let anyone take control over you, or let them manipulate your individuality. Your thoughts are appreciated. ~ Brandy

John Gondolf September 6, 2019 at 9:22 PM To truly love someone one must allow them the freedom to think and speak for themselves; to manipulate and control them is a sign of insecurity, in my opinion. The ink from you pen flows golden, B. All the best my dear friend. Hugs, John Brandy Nicole September 6, 2019 at 10:24 PM Your thoughts hold so much truth. There are many in world under the control of another. Which isn't love!! Of any kind. Thank you John for leaving your heart-print upon my words. You are appreciated. ~ Brandy

Rico Leffanta September 6, 2019 at 4:33 PM Yet neither god nor child can resist molding sand ....... it seems to be on everyone's bucket list! Aloha! Rico Brandy Nicole September 6, 2019 at 8:44 PM In this case: Sand is the Individual. God gives us free will. Man likes to be in control. Balance is needed. Thank you Rico for placing your thoughts on this scribble of mine. ~ Brandy

Vijay Pandit September 6, 2019 at 7:48 AM Indeed mysterious as Becca says..and this one comes with a stern warning. Another splendid poem from your gifted pen, Brandy. Brandy Nicole September 6, 2019 at 7:38 PM Mysterious perhaps, yet moments are crystal clear in this little scribble of mine. Yes, a very strict message within. Thank you Vijay, for your wonderful comment. ~ Brandy

Chris Green September 6, 2019 at 7:47 AM As beautiful as ever, the final lines really took me away with this piece. I could actually feel the wet sand slipping between my fingers. Really nice Brandy. Brandy Nicole September 6, 2019 at 7:26 PM So kind of you to say, especially coming from someone as talented as you. Thank you Chris. No one wants to be formed and become something they are not. I appreciate you and your thoughts. ~ Brandy

Joseph May September 6, 2019 at 6:45 AM Sifting freedom through the sands of time..Wonderful write Brandy.. Brandy Nicole September 6, 2019 at 7:17 PM Freedom leaves you feeling Free!! Which is better than being confined. Thank you Joseph. You and your thoughts are appreciated. ~ Brandy

Becca Teagan September 5, 2019 at 9:23 PM Your poems have a mysterious quality, makes me want to read them several times over. Love your "little scribble". Brandy Nicole September 5, 2019 at 9:54 PM So kind of you to say Becca, with you having a golden pen yourself. Your ink spills so beautifully upon the page. Thank you for this lovely comment. You are appreciated. :) Brandy