Friday, July 17, 2009

Hourglass

the hourglass, the sand within
slips silently from end to end
measuring the space between
deeds of life, what they mean

the hourglass, the narrowed waist
tightened squeeze, signs of haste
dropping of the moment's release
through every breath that's free

the hourglass, sands self contain
implies a touch beyond the brain
to turn life to it's other end
allow the flow to start again

the hourglass, a simple measure
of time, love, healing treasure
quiet sands forever gliding
almost released, almost guiding

9 comments:

Shadow said...

those slight changes worked magic. i like it. a lot! happy weekend larryg!

clean and crazy said...

deeds of life and what they mean, very nice it makes me wonder though what goes on that we don't see. lovely poem have a great weekend
love the new look

Kay said...

How beautiful, so easily described to help envision the ease and flow, watching to the very end and turning to start all over again...so beautifully written!

petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway? said...

A sensual metaphor, Larry!

Maude Lynn said...

I think that this is one of my favorites, Larry. Fabulous!

Michael said...

Beautiful Larry really enjoyed this one, will you write me one of your poems about my escapades Crown Green Bowling.
I have added my poem to this weeks post

Jessie said...

i really like this -- much deeper than it appears ...

Jack said...

LOVE! Each grain of sand a moment lost.

Eric S. said...

Wonderful.

"quiet sands forever gliding
almost release, almost guiding".

NICE.