................................Seeds unfold
..............................as sand drifts
................................through the
..............................neck of glass
.............................stories are told
..............................souls are left
.................................to mourn
.................................while sour
...........................memories keep
..............................hearts cold
.............................beauties in life
................................grow with
................................each dropp
..........................each vessel holds
.........................its portioned sand
.............................nothing will
................................increase
............................the amount
...............................of sand
........................the grains that fall
...........................will not return
........................ into a hand
......................use sand wisely
........................your portion
...........................is running
...............................out.
Your message is delivered without any misunderstanding and well taken.
the grains of sand like an hour glass, is something that in our lives we pass. unlike an hour glass where you can turn it upright, the time we lose is gone from sight. B - U - T- FUL POEM A TEN
Very nice Eyan, you build such a great atmosphere with so few words, the mark of a very fine poet,10.
ignore the double p my computer is acting rather weird lately
for a long time i have only read poems that are mine and ignored the messages when you feel that it is a good one please dropp it by :) thank you
Absolutely wonderfully expressed idea. Such innovative use of meter. Ten out of ten sir.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Now you love to use the ancient egyptian hour glass as time constructing.....love you poem...well conceived!