the wind is a rogue elephant

Powerful images, evokes strong emotion. I especially like the ending. raskin

Sand sculptures, frozen in time:- You rogue Anna, you dreamer of things past, those that have gone for good, and yet? They are there within our minds and can be day-dreamed up into the present and become enhancers of the now, but to wish roguishly to capture them again and find them mobile, not as static sculptured thoughts, is the more difficult. And as one gets older and more shapely (bonnie!) one can only just remember ones youthful looks, and I wouldn't change my present existence for anything; looks are only the gilt chest it is what lies within that is the gold. I experienced this poem and specially the wind sweeping the sand away and salted you, that was especially evocative. Love Ann

I think what you hit on Ann is the preservation of images, experiences, memories that are held dear. Sometimes those memories are very powerful. I thought of preserved meat with the line about salted tears and thought of memories that are preserved. Really very interesting poem to me. raskin

Now that my youthful body has retired, the one that has taken over, is in close touch with my old brain. [ The one that went with my young body] The new brain says it doesn't matter, but we all know that for the salve it is. Sure the real treasure is what is inside, but it sure would be nice to have a store to spend it in. You evoke such powerful images with your rogue elephants. I can see you standing there against a bright blue sky, blaring the challenge at life itself. Tender green Buddhas, growing toward the sun. Excellent write! Gee.

I wonder why they frighten us so? Maybe it is because we know what diseases they carry. Those !@#%ing rats! LOL Gee.

I thought this powerful, emotional, exciting, oh,and beautiful! ______________________________________________________ Income-tax forms should be more realistic by allowing the taxpayer to list "Uncle Sam" as a dependent Anonymous

Dead hands or lavender breath:HUMMMMMM, I think the elephant is the hero. very good . Mantiscepter

Wooly Mammoths only alive ten thousand years ago Not long really they find them frozen all the time and that little baby one recently real elephants are cool and poor old man being what he is doesnt know a treasure to preserve although there are those who do they hear in subsonic and we are just whiny mosquitoes great poem of descript longing and honour action and memory in poetic verse My fave line is "lavendar breath" terrific poem

Yes, riveting, a little sad, but beautiful words. From Lyz.