Thursday, September 16, 2010

Through a Glass, Grainily




Grains of time 
descend incessantly, settling on hair, weighing down eyelids,
sticking to toes, stuffing a nose, accumulating like unopened
 mail on any level surface.  I try to sweep, scrub time away.
It simply slides to another corner, lurking, obscuring the
important, filling pockets with hurry, worry,
slyly hiding purse, keys, documents,
things we need right
 now!
I
wish
I could
gather time in baskets
take it outside, moisten it with tears
mold a time castle, paper it with memories,
drape it with dreams, define sufficient space
to savor life's salty sweetness, served on good china,
wipe it dripping from your chin with silken kindness
 to amble at a toddler's pace, or scamper, skip for joy
to read collected works in quiet corners, inhale lilacs' incense
to watch the cloudscape drift with wondering open eyes
curl new tiny fingers, comb silver hairs until time blows away,
dissolves, and we are left to flourish in vast eternity


31 comments:

  1. this piece is so good- hard to express how wonderful this is...the shape of the lines into an hourglass poem is the cherry on top of your sweet sundae of a poem.

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  2. Just beautiful.
    So much packed inside that little hourglass.

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  3. Shape poems are extremely difficult I would think, especially to make them flow together, perfectly line. So aw2esome!

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  4. very nice...love the line...comb silver hairs...so much there...bkm

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  5. How brilliant, to shape the poem to it's subject! Kudos!

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  6. May the hourglass be filled with the sands of... great style, love it.

    Thank you for dropping by my blog.

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  7. ~T~,
    I love the uniqueness of this poem; both words and shape. A clever take on theme. It's difficult to find a new way to say: make time your own and you've done it.
    rel

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  8. simply a marvelous piece.. beautiful words

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  9. Ah, life served on good china. Beautiful piece, lovely thoughts. Well done.

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  10. Dear T,
    Form and form. Lovely to read and look at. Thanks for taking such care with this poem. A pleasure.

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  11. Gathering time in a basket ... what a lovely concept!

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  12. A very well-shaped piece, in more ways than one!

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  13. Your words are so beautiful here. I do know what you mean sometimes it would be nice to trap time to use for things that nurture us.

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  14. this was gorgeous, in both shape and meaning.

    Rene

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  15. Wonderful poem, written in a cleverly crafted shape! Excellent post! =)

    -Weasel

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  16. excellent job...the form and hte words are perfect...nice mag!

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  17. WOW!!!! I LOVE what you've done with this poem! It is visually an amazing idea!!!!!!!!!
    p.s. I'll take ya up on the Boggle Game and canning. ;o)

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  18. How utterly refreshing... on all accounts! :)

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  19. Thanks, everyone, for your silken kindness.

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  20. Oh, this is just beautiful. My eyes actually teared up when I came to "inhale lilacs' incense" ...for mourning this summer past, not to mention all the years before it.

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  21. This is full of so many wonders....I love it ~T~!!!

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  22. wonderful form and i love the placement of the transition. well done T!

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  23. I love how you structured your words and told your story of time in the shape of the hourglass. Very clever and creative.

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  24. I want to live on the bottom side of time...everything is so peaceful there. Beautiful magpie. I feel rejuvenated just reading it.

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  25. I actually was going to attempt something similar and scratched it because it wasn't quite working for me. You, however made it work for you and for your poem as well. No snowflakes or sand, just words to fill that figure. I love it,

    Elizabeth

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