Sand

The chaotic rhythm is meant to mimick a thought pattern. Any criticism welcome

I watch the soft, silky sand

Watching it slowly slip from my hand

A slow tick of time

A quick rhyme

An Hour Glass

The Seconds Pass

And the sand runs out.

As I go to pick up more I ponder

What comes of this I wonder

When everything is over

Is the sand shattered shells

Or ash of the past

We fill our pails 

Oh time goes fast

But ever so slow, while you watch the sand

Until it slowly slips from your hand

Those last few grains in slow motion

No reverse of gravity, or eternal potion

Nothing can make the clock go back

So make it count, before your sight goes black.

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Excellent poem and a wonderful piece of poetry. The use of sand as a metaphor to time really captures imagination. Thank you for sharing your work with us and continued success in your writing journey.

[Death's Poet]

I always look forward to hearing your feedback. I appreciate it! I'm trying to get back in to writing