Glass

Glass

I stand.

still

as the sand slips silently through my hand.

Time…

Looking out upon the vast horizon,

there is nothing but time.

Desert in all directions,

stillness.

Nothing moves but the pulse of a heart.

Quiet.

A tumbleweed in the distance…

but it moves,

pulling me from the stillness towards the hands of time…

and hope.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Wonderful to read your thoughts... in spite of messages, so miss the way you create letters into wonderful coloured elements! How you laud time here, the ever ticking of an endless clock.. like those grains of desert sands, movements heard in the night.. each in a place, forming that whole centuries long freedom to roam. You've always had a way of making pictures in the mind.. and more often or not, the heart.

[Vertigo Cat1111]

It seems in your poetry, there are some wisdom and magic hidden behind each piece. The stillness of the desert, the beauty of it is most definitely captured here. I love the font and colors of the words, too and glass is a perfect title! The feeling of hope here makes one feel wishful and reminds anyone that theirs always a new start. And the adding of time, makes it feel even deeper than it already was before.

[Seriana]

Thank you again! So very happy you enjoyed another piece. Hope is a powerful emotion. Even in the stillness and alone of the desert.

[Dave Brown]

there is something about elegantly shaped, clear glass forms, placed on an endlessly barren surface, such as the far-reaching, softly molded, indifferent desert sands, that seems almost untouchable
I'd be inclined to never touch this mundane tasked piece of perfection.
This is another very nicely done piece
Excellent atmosphere

[Seriana]

Thank YOU Dave!!! I will return the favor shortly. This piece was much more about hope. The untouchable nature of sand, being stuck in this desert environment where it seems impossible that there can be anything better...yet there is. A tiny, small movement jolting the individual from their trance, from being stuck and bringing them back to reality. Hope. It's all around us if we just open ourselves to it. Thanks again for your kind words. So very generous :D

[John the Baptist]

Interesting take on time here. Many consider it an enemy, but the speaker here seems to be glad to be pulled from a stillness toward time and also, hope. It is as though movement somehow means life, whereas stillness, which pervades in the desert, is symbolic of death. It's a matter of taste, I guess; some might say time and movement suggest a beginning, which must have an ending, and we all know there is only one final ending.

[Seriana]

Thank you for your review!!! Very much appreciated and interesting to see individual interpretations. Glad you enjoyed it. :)