Sundial

 

Shadow of time dissolves under a cloud

images, put away and folded

Sands in a glass fall so loud

jagged shards from silica molded

Wandering grains of fears

melted into a transparent wall

shattered with hammer's leers

sun painted illusions, in the desert crawl

Dentures for a gear

twisted hands scratch a face

Time runs backwards in fear

death wins a three legged race

Reviews

[Thomas W Case]

Powerful work. Time marches on.

[Soren]

Thanks Thomas I appreciate the review and comment.

[Poetic Beauty]

Time stops for no one. It keeps on marching in its synchronized precision.

[Soren]

So true thanks for the read and the words.

[Poetic Beauty]

You are quite welcome