Thursday, September 16, 2010

Hourglass


Glass is made from sand
like flesh from dust. These grains drip through
my waist. Dust slips through your fingers
like wasted opportunities.

Do you see yourself in me?

I was made for clarity
not reflection or introspection. That's
your job, clever monkey. Mine is just to whisper
with the hiss of falling sand
"This too shall pass."

--image courtesy of Magpie Tales
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15 comments:

Pauline said...

clever monkeys all, aren't we? your rhythm is impeccable

Just Me said...

"The grains drip through my waist." Really liked that line. Amazing imagery with the added "clever monkeys" we are.

kathew said...

Great post-enjoyed it!

Lyn said...

Very well done, and thought provoking..really like it!!

Priyanka Bhowmick said...

Mine is just to whisper with the hiss of this falling sand
very beautifully done!

willow said...

Killer opening line!

ninotaziz said...

Glass is made from sand
like flesh from dust.

Oh what insight you have...

Kristen Haskell said...

Wonderfully insightful poem. Do you see yourself in me? I love that question it is very timely.

Rene/ Not The Rockefellers said...

"this too shall pass"

love this take on the magpie

Rene

kathi harris said...

I like this ... makes u think.

kathi harris said...

I like this ... makes u think.

ocdbloggergirl said...

The opening lines draw you into the poem, flows very well

Brian Miller said...

oh nic. strong close...the hiss of the sand...i might hear that whisper for a while...nice magpie!

Lydia said...

Ah, my favorite so far for this prompt. It is so profound.

~T~ said...

Clearly profound.