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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Thursday, September 16, 2010
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15 comments:
clever monkeys all, aren't we? your rhythm is impeccable
"The grains drip through my waist." Really liked that line. Amazing imagery with the added "clever monkeys" we are.
Great post-enjoyed it!
Very well done, and thought provoking..really like it!!
Mine is just to whisper with the hiss of this falling sand
very beautifully done!
Killer opening line!
Glass is made from sand
like flesh from dust.
Oh what insight you have...
Wonderfully insightful poem. Do you see yourself in me? I love that question it is very timely.
"this too shall pass"
love this take on the magpie
Rene
I like this ... makes u think.
I like this ... makes u think.
The opening lines draw you into the poem, flows very well
oh nic. strong close...the hiss of the sand...i might hear that whisper for a while...nice magpie!
Ah, my favorite so far for this prompt. It is so profound.
Clearly profound.
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