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Flipped Hourglass

Trinkets, salt packet from road trip sixteen years ago Collected, cafes remembered, ripped open with age Spilt among treasure, a twig, tickets, torn butterfly Bits familiar, shrine in a tin, tired feather, belated Harmoniously decompose, shipwreck's chains Filter their links, flakes floated, flipped coins Emboss truth funnelled through decades Grains falling, fabled chamber drained Recollections creak rocking chair era Carpet of moths, floorboards erode Sanctum split, heirlooms fracture Hailed scriptures huddle in fog Divided cortex gorge cool gap Glide of pendulum grandfather Silent rhythm discards old habits Distance in dust, leaf littered history Compiles mottos rotting ignominous With inter century bold blended injection Contemporary tips in, new version junction Mingling dissolves old into fresh vessel joined Relentless generations mark intended kamikaze Ebony ivory rivals reflect empathy kindered Measure of Yin Yang our future ligature 7th February 2022 Written For Contest Pick - A -Title Sponsor: Edward Ibeh

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Date: 2/7/2022 1:35:00 PM
A lovely read. Enjoyed the imagery.
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Date: 2/6/2022 7:42:00 PM
Sigrid, Fine nostalgic bits from time, if a little corrupt. Makes me wonder how many times the hourglass was flipped before our collected final pall is dressed and labeled. -Richard
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