The Hours Pass

The Hours Pass

A Poem by James K. Blaylock

The Hours Pass

 

aware of everything

as these grains slip through

my knowing fingertips

 

can I no longer

hold back anything...

 

pains drip into tomorrow and

I'm ripped to bits thinking,

thinking of better ways of living

 

can we survive very much

more flowing disasters

 

2-20-09

 

 

 

 

© 2009 James K. Blaylock


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I like this one a lot James. Simple but powerful. You see all that is happening, what can you do? How do we survive the endless onslaught?

My fave:
aware of everything
as these grains slip through
my knowing fingertips

Can't stop the sands of time.

Posted 15 Years Ago


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James K. Blaylock
James K. Blaylock

Tyler, TX



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Hi, I'm James K. Blaylock and I'm a poet/writer. I'm 39, and I live in Texas. I was born and raised here. I have been writing now for 13 years and I've been blessed to be published a number of times. .. more..

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