OUR HOUR GLASS

OUR HOUR GLASS

A Poem by andrew mitchell

With our lives we write
But the eraser is time.
As we sift through
The sands of mind.

 Ever moving
Our thoughts:
Grains of sand
We find
Wind blown
Memories.
Diminished 
Lost with time.

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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You talent has no limit my friend.. l imaged the grains of sand as our ideas and words . that some stick and we capture them but so many of them slip away!! Brilliant piece AM

Posted 9 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

Are you trying to make me blush!! TTM here! Thank You LL :) x
sereenaoutloud

9 Years Ago

did i? did i make you blush? lol if i did payback for the (omg i do not know how many times) you hav.. read more
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Hi Andrew. Scattered on the wind, and dissipating like dust!! It would be great to see this thread expanded!!!! alf

Posted 9 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

Thanks alf I could not as time as with sand is short always moving!!! lol
Whimsical in its tenor and reflective as it indeed describes the way writing is often like grains of sand with lots of ideas mixing and many falling through the funnel to be lost.

Posted 9 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

Thanks John And I will feel a loss if you left WC. I so enjoy your powerful writes and your views on.. read more
John Alexander McFadyen

9 Years Ago

Thank you Andrew. I so miss Frieda whom TTLittle harassed and abused until she closed her account. B.. read more
andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

official warnings what does that mean. please explain. I am the master of sarcasm and insult but I d.. read more
I love the images of 'writing with our lives' and the 'sifting sands of the mind'. This is a piece of few words, but well-chosen ones that cause the reader to reflect on the passing of his/her own time. Maybe that is why we write, so that we can leave the remnants of our own lives behind as those drains of sand disappear. An inspiring write, Andrew.

Posted 9 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

Thank you always FT, my friend for your kind thoughtful words! :)

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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