Ocean
A lonely sand castle sits on the beach,
The fruit of an unknown child’s labors.
The moisture in its gritty spires slowly evaporating
In the scorching heat of the afternoon sun.
The seashells adorning its sides
Occasionally being swept away
By the waves lapping at its feet.
But soon the tide comes in,
Wiping this little speck of beauty of the face of the earth.
The next day the child returns,
Only to find a vague lump where its masterpiece once was.
But by now it has forgotten of the castle’s existence,
And it joyfully plays in the very waves
That harmed its creation so.
A lonely sand castle sits on the beach,
The fruit of an unknown child’s labors.
The moisture in its gritty spires slowly evaporating
In the scorching heat of the afternoon sun.
The seashells adorning its sides
Occasionally being swept away
By the waves lapping at its feet.
But soon the tide comes in,
Wiping this little speck of beauty of the face of the earth.
The next day the child returns,
Only to find a vague lump where its masterpiece once was.
But by now it has forgotten of the castle’s existence,
And it joyfully plays in the very waves
That harmed its creation so.
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amaryllis
May 01, 2020
I feel like the poem is celebrating childlike innocence but at the same time condemning it, and the irony of the situation is pretty cool. Plus, I mean, this happens all the time. Whether its literally in this situation or not, everyone has been this kid before. Stunning. Welcome to YWP, and thanks for sharing!