Hourglass

Hourglass

The past has a habit of returning

Like an unwanted mosquito

Film reels splintered

Taped awkwardly

Not showing the true picture

The distant past

The here and now

The future…

 

Blended in a cohesive

Patterned predictability

I saw myself in the distance

Having met myself

Coming back again

As a stranger

 

Stone broke my hour glass

With shattered time warped

Disillusionment

Borne away on the winds of

Dashed hopes and what might have been

Vague memories plague my mind

And unsettle my soul ~ 

 

 

 

 

(c) Helen M. Crutchett (All rights reserved

Author's Note

Thank you for reading my words.

Reviews

[Sheila Kline]

Oh, how the "what ifs"', "should have", "shouldn't have" moments have a way of creeping up on us like the grains of sand in an hourglass. The hourglass turns again and again, ever bringing the new, reminding us of the past but ever turning. We may wish to have it stop at a particular point in time so as to relive that moment, or forget that moment but as much as we may wish we are unable to control what has already happened. You have a tone of yearning in your words, a wish to go back and relive, or change that which has happened. I think of all of the unmet expectations that have bounced along the highway of life with me and I just wish I could place them on the center line and have a 14 wheeler smash them to bits.
Your words give us cause to reflect. Alas! That reel of film called "LIFE" just can't be undone and edited to suit us.

[Wesley Dingler]

Hi Helena. Im so glad I've discovered your work. You are wonderfully talented. Your verse

"I saw myself in the distance
Having met myself
Coming back again
As a stranger"

spoke to me in a rather definitive language.

Thank you so much, and please keep churning out these stanzas.

your newest fan, wesley

[Norman 223]

Sometimes the shattered hourglass is a blessing. Dwelling on the sands of the past can create a false perspective of the future. I loved the allusion to the badly taped and edited film as disjointed memories with its unsettling images.

[Helen Crutchett]

Thank you so much for reading and reviewing Norman. I appreciate it.

[angelina neves]

lovely! a nostalgic beauty...

[Helen Crutchett]

Thanks Angie for your welcome visit!

[andrew mitchell]

sometimes we just want to remember the good bits that join the now to a past

[Helen Crutchett]

Hi Andrew! Thanks for dropping by and leaving your thoughts on this.

~ Helena ~

[andrew mitchell]

you are welcome

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

As the sand goes through, we remember.
"Film reels splintered
Taped awkwardly" - takes me back to my father's filmed reels...the jerking, and sticking, no sound. I see them now that they have been digitized, set to music, watching as if seeing someone else. That's why I particularly like -
"I saw myself in the distance
Having met myself
Coming back again
As a stranger"
Looking at the younger me...even in vhs video...I remember all the things she dreamed of, how innocent in so many ways, I wonder if she would know me.
This was a journey for me. Thank you! :)

[Helen Crutchett]

I loved your comment on this! If it took you on a journey, great! Thanks so much!

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

Your so welcome...my pleasure!

[Adam Adams]

Hourglass? It certainly sounds very productive to read. Liked the theory of past & its bewitched memories that you've well threaded along with your words. Kinda evocatively pen'd up. Great job!

[Helen Crutchett]

Thank you for reading my poem and leaving your kind comment!

Will catch up with some of your writes tomorrow...

Helena

[jacob erin-cilberto]

it feels as if sometimes we view the past with only the best parts of the show or the worst parts of the show when we rewatch it...

splicing the reel to suit our emotions at the time...

[Helen Crutchett]

Thank you so much for reading my words and leaving your kind heartprints!

Kind regards,

Helena