Hourglass

Sonnet in iambic tetrameter

 

 

 

Hour Glass

 

The sand flows through, marks grain by rain

 the minutes which won’t come again.

Moments of pain, moments of pleasure.

They record with equal measure.

They mark them with a steady flow

 the sand above drips down below.

Then when the final grain has dropped

It does not mean that time has stopped.

 It’s time to turn the hour glass

so that the grains may freely pass.

From up above again below.

Time will not stop if they don’t flow.

But if it did how would you know

 without the sand to tell you so.

 

8-Oct-08

 

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Reviews

[*** Hey Jude***]

Your creative expression in this work of art flows so beautifully with sentiments shared. I realy liked the way you used an hour glass and the sand slipping through as a metaphor, it gives a nice visual as well. Very nice ~ Jude :-)