Picture It and Write from ermiliablog@wordpress
Write a paragraph of fiction or a poem to accompany the image.
The picture prompt for this week is below:
The Sands of Time Slip Away
Except these days the sand is
Littered with glass, and cans, and jelly fish,
And questionable plastic whatevers there might be,
That you don’t even want to look at
Much less pick up with the tips of two fingers
And toss as far away to the side as possible,
Scrunching up a disgusted face and grunting, “Ugh.”
And gum wrappers, and bread from yesterday’s
Sandwiches, and all sorts of other
Green meats and greased spots, and I have to admit that
I never go there anymore, that is, to the beach.
The sands have slipped away, and I am
Old and intolerant,
I long for the days when
It was sand,
And simple sand,
It was a beach then,
The worst we defended against
Was the blast of a transistor radio,
An occasional jet drowning our voices,
And the unctuous smells of Coppertone.
The white suited Good Humor man,
His shiny aluminum and strapped case
Shouldered to his left side
Like a left handed but happy gunslinger,
A Gene Autry of sorts,
Singing, “Ice Cream. Ice Cream.
Ice Cream Here.”
And our mothers yelled at us to place
The empty wrappers in the plastic
Bags that she kept the sun
Screen in and bagged baloney sandwiches,
Which she later either carried home or tossed into
Diamond-wired and green open trash cans alongside the
Burning concrete sidewalks
Which made us jump up and down on our toes,
Yelling, “Ouch. Ouch.”,
All the way back to our parked
Pontiacs or Chevys or Fords
With burning sandy feet, and bright red
Sun burned shoulders, and
Still yelling to put towels down on the seats
And clean off our feet before
We got into the car.
The sands of time change.
The grainy stuff slips past our fingers.
Or, we let loose the past.
We make way for the new,
Or we get out of
What few grains, unrecognizable
As they are,
Are left for our children
To pick up and quote
“The sands of time slip away.”
But how those grains
Since I was young.