Nightcafe Ai by Daphsam
life's constant drizzle
every soul hears the beating
of each grain of sand
About the Creator
A Love Forboding
The chipped stone slope caused unbearable footing. I slid, skirting on my heels. I cast my shield, relinquishing my guard to stay upright. Left with my double-edge and a prayer to the maker, I skated toward my objective. The earthly stubble gave way to solid ground. I found myself restored, a trail of dust in my wake.
By James U. Rizzi7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (8)
Amazingly so, the sound of sand movement is very relaxing. Beautiful poem ❤️
Though there are many who would plug their ears with all their might & do what they can to drown out all but a very few beatings of those grains of sand, including their own.
This is an evocative reflection on the cyclical nature of life and the inherent beauty found in the smallest details. This is beautiful. Daphsam.
I live in a constant drizzle here in the UK so I could relate to this both literally and metaphorically.
Oooo, that was so profound! I loved it!
As sands through the hourglass so are the Days of Our Lives.
Oh wow, that was deep and so well written :)
"Life's Constant Drizzle" beautifully captures the essence of existence with its succinct yet profound imagery. The poem evokes a sense of continuity and rhythm, likening life to a gentle, constant drizzle that permeates every aspect of our being.