My life is like a fragile hourglass
sand grains drop through.
Some moments I savor
slip past me before
I can taste them.
it and so
I open my
I want to control
each and every grain
of my life, especially now
in our winter season when the
path ahead is far shorter than the
glorious one we’ve been blessed to share.
Written for NAPOWRIMO, DAY 28. Today the prompt is to write a concrete poem, in which the lines are shaped in a way that mimics the topic of the poem. Also shared with dVerse, the virtual pub for poets, where today it’s OLN: Open LInk Night where we can share any one poem of our choosing.
What a lovely shaped poem of an hourglass Lillian. How fast those times can go by. And good luck on your writing this month!
Yeah, I made my concreter do double duty today too, Lillian Thanks for sharing.
A great read, but I just cannot imagine the work that went into that…an architectural poem….
I have not written concrete in a long time… this inspires a lot… I already have a thought of the shape, now i just have to fill it with words.
Nicely done with the shape, Lillian! I can understand wanting to control the sands in the hourglass, too.
great poem and love the shape
A beautifully shaped poem with every grain of truth
I really like your hourglass poem. It flows very well. I can identify with wanting to be in control of my life and yet finding it slipping through my fingers!
This is wonderful Lil, and I love “shape” poems — concrete, though I love the content to be warm and malleable, like yours was my friend… 🙂✌🏼❤️
A very powerful and impactful read.
I really enjoyed the half-an-hourglass shape you created.
A shapely skilful poem,Lilian!
That’s a beautiful hourglass, Lillian! Wonderful write.
LOVE your hourglass poem, Lillian! Cannot imagine ‘flipping’ it over!
Wonderfully worded and shaped. So good to be visiting again. You inspire me to be more poetic. And this really captures those years passing and being closer to our….