Broken Castles







Thus the Playground Kingdom 
returns to undreamt sand, 
so easily crushed underfoot.  

Each grain a piece of the Rock, 
but forming them united for 
common purpose does not equal 
awe-inspiring monolith, standing 
mute with the majesty of the Age.  

Rather, 
it is simulacrum at best, 
a shadow of a shade, 
torn asunder and rent by 
Ocean's deep, relentless waves, 
or by callous children running by.  

Sand Castles were ever 
the most impermanent 
of dynasties, their architects 
ever the silliest dreamers; 
perhaps such origins gave 
the Castle a certain nobility, 
or perhaps it simply means 
too much time in the Sun.




2 comments:

Marg Marshall said...

Beautiful mastery of words

Marg Marshall said...

Beautiful mastery of words