Glass Confetti

The hourglass breaks and sets our souls into the unknown, mending itself for the next day - we remain within it, lessons for the learning, roses in our loved ones gardens

Disregarded dusts on the corner of kitchen tiles

Stand such a chance of permanence

As you and I -

The grains that fall from shadows,

Condemned by spinning fingers.

Protruding vacancies are filled with feathers

That fall

And have fallen

That are falling

I have no faith in proceeding,

In being once the glass is broken;

(It's breaking)

Blessed, bound, and woven to decay

We are the wilting petals born in winters breast;

While the robin's grows richer every day

Aroma rests its head in the air,

A fair wave to tomorrow's stride;

and its updated case of glass confetti 

Author's Note

I think it has been about 3/4 months since my last piece.. Take this as such friends!

Reviews

[Kyle Sky]

Very very beautiful. Your choice of words and the flow of verse is simply lovely. The theme about the inevitabilty of time is very attractive while your words and symbolism is very deep and awesome. Let me try to interpret it more specifically... but i may interpret it wrong.. haha...
well, i think the poem presents how the hourglass is time and the grains of sand within it is us. once the hourglass breaks, we are free of the responsibility of going through the cycle of time while waiting for what comes next.
That's how I interpret it and whether or not I hit the mark, this poem still amazes me through it's verse and theme. Amazing Job.

[Ohhhwillow]

You know, I have been so seperated from writing that I shy away from coming online; for fear of what I used to be able to colour with words. But people like yourselves, with their kind words, reform within me some kind of pride and desire to pick my pen back up. Thank you Kyle, this interpretation is close to my intentions, and means a lot to me!

I will return later to make my own out of your writes!

[Irenic]

A piece that rises the essence of reality.

its a very beautiful piece.

the way you have written reality how a person falls down and he breaks down like a glass and how others try to break him more and how he stops them from doing that, how difficulties arises and how he takes it as written fate and keeps on walking along it and how he change himself is amazing.

Thanks for sharing.

[KeeD]

Sometimes I feel like the breaking of the hourglass could help with the escape from conformity..then again being a part of the hourglass in a way gives you that sense of security, not knowing if it breaks where each grain of precious sand will disappear away to. That's the world we live in, it's a love hate relationship, we want to escape but when the cracking begins all we want to be is safe with our other little loved grains of sand.

[Ohhhwillow]

I wrote this with the idea of the hourglass representing time, and the feathers, our existence aside from it - our existence out with the hourglass and the inevitability of it breaking, and letting us go forever, BUT the idea you have draw out is fantastic, and definitely something I would say could be true too - truly something I feel! Thank you for this depthful review, you have given me lots to think about friend, lovely to hear back from you!

[Tai Ryens]

A relationship so broken that it has the same characteristics of dust residing on an untouched window sill, ready to fly and bellow and ride the winds, ready to be permanent just so long as nothing at all happens. Brilliant metaphor and the poem in its entirety is truly marvelous. Well done indeed.

[Ohhhwillow]

Thank you for your polite review, very appreciated!

[Frieda P]

Oh that hourglass can be so unkind at times. Love how you darkly colored out of the lines with this one Willow. Well done! 'Petals born in winter's breast'...that about sums it up.

[Ohhhwillow]

Thank you Frieda, such a warm welcoming back from you, as always! Can't wait to catch up on some of your writes, will be only shortly to do so!

[Gerald Parker]

There's a wee problem here - without the introductory note, we can't tell this piece is about a broken hour glass.

You need to correct your 'it's.'

I'm damned if I know what 'protruding vacancies ' are. Rooms in B & Bs hanging out of the windows?

[Ohhhwillow]

Part of the excitement in uncertainty is exploring and the not knowing itself.. Which is, of course, the way of life. How best reflect that the hour glass holds such value, if not by creating an ambiguous write? An a multitude of possibilities. I can completely comprehend your critique however, I write for myself predominantly, if others can follow, or wish to follow me, then amazing.. But I am no crowd pleaser