sand
at the back of the throat
chords strung taut
bloated tongue, swells
says nothing.
time
runs through the hourly glass
empty now
confession calls
tell nothing.
life
sands of time spilling out
dunes shifting
time, after all
is nothing.
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #46 photo prompt.
Image credit: Dan Grinwis – Unsplash
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Amazing !
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Thank you, Era!
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Oh so profound Chris. Thought provoking poem. Thanks for joining in the challenge.
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Thanks, Sadje! Your challenge has been a good warm up to the week 🙂
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You’re welcome Chris. You’re always one of the first ones to respond.
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I think I have the advantage of the time difference 🙂 – which is a kind of apt response, don’t you think?
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It sure is! 😂
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Oh wow….so beautiful Chris…it gave me a sense of solitude.
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Thanks, Mich. 🙂 Solitude is often underrated, and there are some things which we have to face alone.
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I agree Chris…
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Great poem Chris!! It’s so good!
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Thank you, Celine!
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This one is so very vivid, I could feel that dryness.
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Thanks, Cath 🙂
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The choking sands of time, and yet, to go with it is a real journey, wonderful.
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Thanks, Paul!
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Very welcome Chris.
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[…] Sands of Time […]
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Wonderful poem! Loved it thoroughly.
My thoughts seem to have run parallel to yours for a short while; have used the thought of hour glass breaking and sands of time spilling out to depict “troubled times”. Uploading mine shortly. 🙂
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Thanks, Goutam 🙂 I’ve noticed a few times that a number of us meet the challenge in similar ways. Reading the different interpretations is really interesting and why I enjoy these so much. I look forward to reading yours!
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True…..just goes to prove how each individual is different and views things differently. I too love these prompts for reason similar to yours. 😊
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This is gorgeous poetry Chris
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Thank you, Jude 🙂
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It’s entirely my pleasure 🌼🧡
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Good or bad…I don’t want to be there! Your words would make anyone contemplate their existence.
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I guess it is a little bleak, but just the way the words spilled out, like sand falling through my fingers!
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As your poem so ably demonstrates, contemplating the sands of time can lead to some dark places.
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Life’s journey of ups and downs… like sand dunes shifting, perhaps.
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And again! Thanks, Denise 🙂
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I like how the lack of sand shows time has run out, when time isn’t really there in the first place! This has opened up a few thoughts Chris… love it!
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Back to the ‘timey-wimey’ thing!
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Oh yes!
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Well done… Great!!
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Thank you!
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[…] Chris: Sands of time […]
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Time can seem to stand still if you do nothing and then fly when you are having fun.
I enjoyed your images. Thanks!
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Weird isn’t it! Thanks, Jules 🙂
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Meaningful and thought provoking, Chris. Loved this.
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Thanks so much, Ramya!
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