False Identity Poem by Sheila Burns
False Identity
Holding in high esteem
My false self image
The granules of that image flow
Slipping thru the hour glass
Turning the hourglass
As many times
As repeated deceptions
And reincarnations
I insist upon,
The sand in unique arrangements
Slides thru the glass every time
Until I release the sand
Or the turning and be
The transparent glass.
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
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5/7/2024 5:43:49 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Sheila, interesting and profound poem! An amazing and vivid use of the hour glass throughout and particularly the ending! ! Brian Dorn