If I were a grain of sand
Smooth golden prism of dust
Stranded in a cobweb of honeycomb desire
Caressed with moonlit veins of silver
That echoes the thunder of the waves
Emerging from the land of burnt out palms
As I am given to the tireless breeze
For there is an empire of vaporous diamonds
Where souls reach out touching the silence
And love cries across the shore on almond sea
For within strands of grace kissed by the ocean
There is always hope.
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Written for Poetry Jam
Photograph by Rachel Kiley – Cuimhni Photographics
Life From A Park Bench 
This is beautiful. I especially like the last lines that give hope in these trpibled times.
Fascinating and unique imagery in your poem, Alan. I can hear the waves and feel the breeze. I can see the almond sea from your words.
A lot of stunning images in your poem, Alan. I particularly like the ’empire of vaporous diamonds’.
Alan,
I can appreciate your prompt consideration very much..There is such value to be found in that place by the sea…the contemplation and the value of being there. Loved this notion of being..
Eileen
there is always hope…even in something as small as a grain of sand…
strands of grace kissed by the ocean, a very cool line.
I specially admire this line: For there is an empire of vaporous diamonds ~ A gem to read tonight Alan ~
I loved each line individually.
Loved this Alan – it brought to mind Blake’s “To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour”. And in this, there is, indeed, always hope.
I love the subtle, delicate images of beauty, depth and vastness that you’ve woven here particularly ” there is an empire of vaporous diamonds”…a fascinating write Alan…
I really enjoyed reading this Alan. Wonderful images and I love the hope at the end.
You certainly have captured the majesty of the ocean here Alan. A truly lovely write!
Always hope, yes indeed there is always hope until that last grain of sand has washed away and even then perhaps, hope remains.
That echoes the thunder of the waves
Emerging from the land of burnt out palms
There is hope where there are movements and they appear alive even from burnt out places! Wonderful lines alan!
Hank
hope is what keeps us afloat..beautiful lines alan
Some very nice imagery in this Alan. And hope–we perish without it!
NICE and yes there is always hope
This is absolutely gorgeous, Alan! Loved the wonderful images and singing words.
we can hope… ~