It certainly felt like it was my first attempt at one. In truth i have written poetry before but only for myself. This is the first one i am sharing. It will not be the last.
The grains of what makes us, they stir but remain
Smaller than particles of sand
Ever shifting, ever changing
As they spin, soften settle
Life stands still for no-one
We breathe, we move, we grow
The fluidity of the motion
The simple ebb
And the flow
The tide it comes
inevitable disruption crashing in,
whisking our particles in the undercurrent
then refreshingly sliding away
As it spins, softens, settles
Miles adrift but inches apart
Within sight but deemed
too close to touch
A sigh and a smile to our screens
The backlit faces seem soothing
As we spin, soften, settle
That Niggling Thought 