{"id":2525,"date":"2016-02-06T08:01:50","date_gmt":"2016-02-06T08:01:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=2525"},"modified":"2016-02-06T08:01:50","modified_gmt":"2016-02-06T08:01:50","slug":"my-way-is-in-the-sand-flowing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/my-way-is-in-the-sand-flowing\/","title":{"rendered":"My Way Is In The Sand Flowing"},"content":{"rendered":"<figure id=\"attachment_2526\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-2526\" style=\"width: 215px\" class=\"wp-caption alignright\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/02\/Samuel-Beckett-215x300.jpg\" alt=\"Photo of the writer Samuel Beckett, whose poem inspired these few lines...\" width=\"215\" height=\"300\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-2526\" srcset=\"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/02\/Samuel-Beckett-215x300.jpg 215w, https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/02\/Samuel-Beckett-332x464.jpg 332w, https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/02\/Samuel-Beckett.jpg 458w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 215px) 100vw, 215px\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-2526\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Photo of the writer Samuel Beckett, whose poem inspired these few lines&#8230;<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<blockquote><p> &#8221; My way is like the sand flowing<br \/>\n  between the shingle and the dune&#8221;<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>The sand it flows on the seashore<br \/>\nHere today, but for how long?<br \/>\nHe who says the sands of life<br \/>\nNever change: he is wrong<br \/>\nSure they may look the same<br \/>\nAs they did here yesterday<br \/>\nBut flowing waves and blowing winds<br \/>\nHave moved more on, and some away.<br \/>\nAnd my way, it is as Beckett wrote<br \/>\nIs like sand and shingle flowing from the dune<br \/>\nBlown hard by the winds of life<br \/>\nCaressed by lifes tides as they dance in accordance with the moon.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8221; My way is like the sand flowing between the shingle and the dune&#8221; The sand it flows on the seashore Here today, but for how long? He who says the sands of life Never change: he is wrong Sure they may look the same As they did here yesterday &#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[64,621,233],"tags":[71,2659,2658,1145,990,2654,2655,2656,2657],"class_list":["post-2525","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-inspirational-poetry","category-inspirations-from-quotations","category-writers","tag-advice-for-life","tag-life-flying-by","tag-lifehack","tag-passing-of-time","tag-quote","tag-samuel-becket","tag-sand","tag-sand-flowing","tag-take-life-easy","column","twocol"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-EJ","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":886,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/the-flowing-dargle\/","url_meta":{"origin":2525,"position":0},"title":"The Flowing Dargle","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"15th January 2012","format":false,"excerpt":"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=fnffJcaRh1Y The Sugarloafs it flows between The Dargles tinkling waters And by its banks often has been Wicklows courting sons and daughters Kilcroney bridge it spans it As out to sea it goes And a painter sat to paint a bit Beside where the water flows...","rel":"","context":"In &quot;Art Inspired Poetry&quot;","block_context":{"text":"Art Inspired Poetry","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/category\/art-inspired-poetry\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/img.youtube.com\/vi\/fnffJcaRh1Y\/0.jpg?resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200},"classes":[]},{"id":17,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/no-croppies-they\/","url_meta":{"origin":2525,"position":1},"title":"No Croppies They","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"1st August 2014","format":false,"excerpt":"No Croppies they to lie down At the conquerors command Will not walk the road the sidewalk to give To those who give the striking hand They are no Croppies there who live Having lost all to strangers from a strange land Whose fathers came before from these fields Promised\u2026","rel":"","context":"In &quot;Holy Land&quot;","block_context":{"text":"Holy Land","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/category\/holy-land\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"","src":"","width":0,"height":0},"classes":[]},{"id":1750,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/it-is-all-for-little-that-we-poets-write\/","url_meta":{"origin":2525,"position":2},"title":"It is All For Little That We Poets Write","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"21st May 2015","format":false,"excerpt":"A poet writes his words that will Be read by someone who does not care And thinks it odd these rhyming lines That his flowing pen laid there But he cares not and keeps on writing As surely as the grass will grow And as sure as we pull up\u2026","rel":"","context":"In &quot;Writers&quot;","block_context":{"text":"Writers","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/category\/writers\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"Korney Ivanovic Chukovsky - poet - painted by Ilya Repin","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/Korney-Ivanovic-Chukovsky-poet-painted-by-Ilya-Repin.jpg?resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200},"classes":[]},{"id":1361,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/if-poets-had-consequence\/","url_meta":{"origin":2525,"position":3},"title":"If Poets Had Consequence","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"13th September 2012","format":false,"excerpt":"In bardic Ireland, a satire poem so destroyed a kings reputation he would have to give up his crown. 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