Sandglass in time

in glory days of those times

there were hopes awaiting to blossom,

bathed to bled in dreams,

there were pages of self bursting to open.

a twinkling twilight star

up the high rise sky;

I once saw

raining the night

in awe.

young, time on your side,

kicking the dust

when sun shined.

an eon behind,

moon seems the same,

you passed your prime,

and until yesterday,

you missed being the golden flame.

today,

I write this verse;

gutted, awaiting to be the

sandglass in time.

13 Apr 2012, by Abhilash Hegde

Author's Note

I'm looking forward to know your thoughts on this write. If you happen to give this one a read, please do leave a review :)
Thanks much!

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Time is a deadly friend Abhilash.
"today,
I write this verse;
gutted, awaiting to be the
sandglass in time."
I believe all of us will understand the sandglass. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Abhilash Hegde]

Thank you Coyote for reading and the review.

[.]

A very interesting piece, Abhilash.

A brilliant metaphor.......wishing oneself to be like an hourglass; having that ability to look back on times gone by and be able to flip oneself over to go back in time to the days that we cherish in our memories.
The older we get, the more we long to be like your hourglass. However, we can not turn back time. We move like a river, always forward and flowing to our inevitable fate.
A great piece of writing. Well Done.

[Abhilash Hegde]

I'm glad you liked the idea and the theme of this poem.
Yes, it's very true .. as we grow older, we tend to reflect back more on what's happened and what we missed along the way. However, we don't have the luxury of turning back time :D
Thanks for stopping by and sharing your thoughts, Doodley!

[Michael Oliver]

I am at the age when these thoughts are constant-
Mortality and insignificance are the songs of these days
Whatever happens the sand flows - good piece

[Abhilash Hegde]

Thanks for sharing your thoughts, Michael.
I'm glad you could relate to it...

[Bear]

There is a song on the movie soundtrack of Johnathan Livingston Seagull that gives me the same kind of feeling that I got from reading your poem. The song is BE and if you have never heard it here is the link to in on youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mgkk0Hdwmo8
The movie soundtrack is my favorite Neil Diamond album which tells you my high regard for your poem :~)
Bravo! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

[Abhilash Hegde]

Beautiful melody, bear. I listened to this one, for the first time.
I'm glad to know, this write could invoke the same feelings as did the song.
You have a good taste in music, I like the slow, soothing and soul stirring melodies too :)
Thanks so much, for reviewing this write!

[Érenn]

This is quite an interesting poetry. If reading the little ice candy was about staying a kid at heart, This one's all about aging and how as time passes our primes come to an end and then it is all about waiting for when things come to an end. It's true time gone cannot be brought back. And so as time moves and robs us of our youth we end up thinking of random thoughts or memories. Recalling funny things or those defining moments of our life. Reveling a little more in those memories.
Your wishful thinking about flipping the sandglass and rewinding time and reliving those moments is something I sense here, even though it might not have been mentioned here at all. Just a gut feeling.
Regarding the write itself, it is smooth, to a certain extent the tonal changes are subtle yet required for this piece to have an impact on the reader. I like it much. Just spotted an error in the first verse:
bathed to bled in dreams (should be 'bleed' not bled cuz it sounds odd really)

The rest a fantastic read ^^ Thank you for sharing ^^

[Abhilash Hegde]

your gut feeling, is bang on. "Your wishful thinking about flipping the sandglass and rewinding time and reliving those moments is something I sense here" - you have an inward eye, Errenn. I'm glad I could bring that sense in the read.

I feel, we are sometimes caught up, in .. between .. times. But can we turn back time? How we wish, if we could turn the sandglass upside down and live each moment differently than the way we did. Hindsight, is always a precious tool to reflect on your experiences and the past.

Btw, I intended to word it 'bled' instead of 'bleed'..
this line "bathed to bled in dreams" is set in past tense.

Thanks so much, for reviewing this write. Appreciate, you taking out time for this write :)