Sands
trickle
in
my palms
as I try
to grip
them;
I clinch
my fists hard
to the last grain
hoping that
I could
hold
on to
the traces
left on
my
empty
hands.
11 June 2021
Waltz Wave Poetry Contest
By Kim Merryman
Lines checked - 19 lines
Syllable Checked 1,2,1,2,3,2,1,2,3,4,3,2,1,2,3,2,1,2,1
A Briand Strand 1095 Poetry Contest
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