Zoe Nyght

Rookie (September 5th,1988 / Artesia, California)

Sands - Poem by Zoe Nyght

gentle sands falling
silently through my fingertips,
blowing dandelion style in the
swaying
breeze from tomorrow;
the hourglass tips
rocking back and forth and
here
i
am,
fumbling around blurred edges,
pressing smeared fingertips against
the lining of my own charade.
i am pantomiming
with all the might i possess
but
you won't understand and
sleep is nigh upon me.


Comments about Sands by Zoe Nyght

  • Nasra Al Adawi (4/9/2005 7:23:00 PM)

    gentle sands falling
    silently through my fingertips,
    blowing dandelion style in the
    swaying
    breeze from tomorrow;
    the hourglass tips

    I loved this poem, especially the above wordings...
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  • (3/7/2005 5:39:00 PM)

    haunting. the mood is hypnotizing (Report)Reply

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  • (3/7/2005 10:40:00 AM)

    Beautiful images. I love your style
    Chrissie
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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 7, 2005

Poem Edited: Friday, April 30, 2010


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