They are.
They move.
Fall over each other
They move.
They are slick and smooth.
They move.
This rhythm is as old as time.
They move.
This rhythm is OLDER than time.
They move.
There is all the time in the world for them
They move.
There is only this pattern of moving
They move.
This movement is creation
They move.
This creation is Earth
They move.
They are windblown.
They stop.
Grains of sand.
They are.
© binjy May 5th 2008
They Move
... they are everywhere.
They move.
Craig Shillington, 2 months ago
Awwwww :) :) THEY HURT!! ;) That was amazing :) :) I especially like the whole rhythm and time theme in there :) :)
Tainia Finlay, 2 months ago
I agree with Craig binjy … and you had us wondering till almost the very last line! Excellent stuff mate! Tai
binjy in reply to Craig Shillington’s comment, 2 months ago
:)) VBS! thank you for favouriting, Craig .
binjy in reply to Tainia Finlay’s comment, 2 months ago
:) Glad it had you guessing…....... that’s the way it happened..I had no idea what was coming, actually !
Charissa May B..., 2 months ago
I’m feel hypnotized by the rythm and in awe of how yu’ve tackled something so big with simplicity.
TMRogers, 2 months ago
the ebb and flow you created with these words is really quite sensual. its been a long time since i’ve read poetry as good as this is. thank you for sharing it.
:)
binjy in reply to Charissa May Borroff’s comment, 2 months ago
My thanks for that :) I’m glad you took time to read it .
binjy in reply to TMRogers’s comment, 2 months ago
Many thanks for those words….... glad you enjoyed it :)
Cheryl Ridge, 2 months ago
Oh, this I like! :-)
binjy in reply to Cheryl Ridge’s comment, 2 months ago
:)) Glad to know that, cheryl …they’re red sand grains, you know :P