Hourglass

January 17, 2021January 17, 2021

An Earth Older Than Time

The world revolves symptomatic of that unseen
that becomes the invisible nemesis of people
on a planet named earth so old the beginning
of which cannot be counted in grains of sand

for there is not an hourglass large enough
to hold all the countless grains needed
to account for all that came before
for all that will come after

to enable mortal beings a bit of knowing
just a small cushion of comfort
telling all that live here

they will always be like
babes in the wood
unable to measure up
to countless millennia
of black holes starless
universes unknown

Image Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Create As Art

May 11, 2018May 14, 2018

Not everyone celebrates all of the days, that our present day society has intimated to be profitable in the commercialized world, but most people celebrate mothers. Even those who haven’t any knowledge of a birth mother may still wish to pay homage to a woman who has been a strong influence in their life. My own mother has been gone now ten years but I always try to remember her every day apart from the day it is marked on the calendar. Hope everyone has a woman who has impacted their life such as their own mother or another. There are two photos here taken from Public Domain Images. One is of the ocean and the other of lilacs, two things in the world my mother liked best. I like to add my own touch to make it uniquely mine.

Crystals in Sand

Memories now clear to be revealed
like sparkling sand crystals
showing brilliant in the sun

as ocean tides bring them back
time and time again acting
as a giant hourglass
unblemished
untarnished
as life colors
blemish
to distort

i see only the essence of you
i smell only the balm of you
as the fragrance of roses
lilacs reaching
to touch
the sun

the baking of pies in the oven
buttermilk biscuits warm
the scent of meals cooked
with the spices of love
reaching to touch me
embraced with warmth
nourishing
my heart
my soul

birth is proliferation
whereas love
is a good measure
never tallied
only leavened
ever grown

January 2, 2015January 2, 2015

MY MUSE RISES UP

my muse rises up
from the remnants of time
remaining in the year

minutes filtering down
like particles of sand
through the bottleneck
of the hourglass

more precious than salt
which, when stirred in water
cannot be seen
the taste of which remains

my muse rises up
from the remnants of time
remaining in the year

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitally Altered by Myself

Wishing everyone who comes this way and visits a prosperous New Year in 2015 and good health on the pathways they walk in life.

June 18, 2014June 18, 2014

Dissolving Pearls

adrift on the tide of time
ebbing and receding quickly now
dissolving pearls seen
as minutes of time
becoming particles of sand
an hourglass known
to be tailored to each one

recognition briefly still here
the brightness of a smile
a twinkle in the eye
checking memories each one
to know they do remain

a lucky penny catches the eye
it is quickly snatched up
deposited in a pocket
a mockingbird song entertains
sun up to sun down
each note a suggestion…
of something

the sadness finally dissipated
as a rain now a fine mist
settling but only briefly
the sun always bringing
a warmth to the soul
a new day beginning

looking around for the familiar
knowing it is there
just beneath a hazy morning
burning off in the heat of day
where all is now clear
the years only an illusion
and youth just beginning

Visiting dad always has the variable of “what if” involved. Now at 90 plus years of age and due to mild to moderate dementia, dad has good days and not so good, and through it all he still perseveres and manages to get through every day no matter what.

Image Taken From Morgue File

July 8, 2012

Yesteryears Gone

wind full of sea salt surrounding
us walking the boardwalk
wooden planks reminiscent of
yesteryears gone by
but are they really
gone

footsteps lightly falling next
to us, fashions changing
from one piece bathing
suits to ones…barely

while ocean sands remain holding
sunbathers catching rays or
covered beneath large
umbrellas while

children now as then create
sand castles and some
belly surf while others
ride surfboards not
heard of then

we walk on amidst the chatter
of others the breeze
bringing to our ears a
cacophony of thunderous
ocean waves and
laughter

all this caught in a panoramic
moment in time the hourglass
sands swift bringing
from yesteryears gone by
but are they really
gone

December 11, 2011

Canvas Surreal

Dreams a window to the past
youth takes fancy to enfold the wise
wherein yesteryear is held hand fast
such as life in amber encased lies

People passing who feel and touch
across the miles time stands still
dimensional moment hourglass such
compared to a Dali canvas surreal

Reach out and speak a name suspended
seasons nought where nature’s free
physical being is supple and mended
reality exiled from the mind scape see