Time continuously flows, and yet,
The world has ceased spinning.
Everything loved is now lost.
There is no turning back the clock.
A treasure once held so delicately,
Now broken, crumbled,
Cascading through limp fingers;
Sand sifts through an hourglass.
In helpless agony, eyes are glued,
The thin sandy stream pours swiftly.
Dreams rush into the granular whirlpool.
Glassy surroundings offer no friction.
As the sands fall, so do the tears.
Both trickle down a smooth surface.
Nothing can save the shattered hopes.
The past fills with fragments;
Piles of regret augment.
Each grain flows to the ultimate destiny.
Time cannot be recovered.
What is lost cannot be restored.
The future lays empty, void of sand,
The figure stands still, hesitating.
The sands cannot be reversed,
But can begin once more with the turn of fate.
Shaking hands reach to rotate the clock,
Will this span be filled with regret?
Or is time, in fact, the great healer?
The choice is for the individual.
Knuckles wipe away at fears rushing down.
A sigh escapes, hands clenched,
A decision made; no more uncertainty.
Determined hands turn the Timer.
Walking away, a smile crosses worn lips.
Life is given the chance to begin anew.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Sands of Change
Posted by Annie at 4:55 PM
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5 comments:
WOW! Great poem. Thanks for sharing.
All I can say is Wow. You really have "turned the Timer" and I know you'll be better for it. I love you! You're amazing.
This is beautiful!! The imagery you create is so poignant and truly touching. Knowing you, I can only imagine the depth that still remains from behind the poem, but this is exceedingly well done. I ached with the "Time Turner" and was cheering when "they" took fate into their own hands and flipped the hourglass. Great job!
Andrea! This is so good!
Along with the others, I agree, this is a great poem. The symbolism and imagery are just perfect. I can only imagine that there is more feeling behind this poem than meets the eye. :) Thanks for sharing!
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