Rhonda Johnson-Saunders Poet Free verse

Grains of Sand

Through the hourglass, 
I watch the sand -
grainy, smooth
dull, polished, 
none the same -
intricately created
yet with simplicity… 
Through the hourglass,
observing motion, 
becoming more aware
of days and nights weaved.
Like a looking glass,
reflections of my finite time, 
I watch the sands,
the sands watch me -
flowing ever faster, 
falling gracefully.
All things come and go
as time passes by, 
a choir of many songs
ever changing choreography,
spiraling to what seems like an end
but only coming to new beginnings. 
Through the hourglass,
I witness the unseen,
crystal clear glass pristine -
sparkling, ageless, distinctive,
and the beauty of the shape
filling out in curves
like life itself
like love… 
Through the hourglass,
my eyes widen  
to take a closer look
at single grains of sand,
blended shapes and sizes
conforming…
miniscule differences,
colors and textures,
each grain a small treasure.
I cannot help finding parallels between
the grains of sand and human kind
All created in God’s image yet
unique, seemingly compatible, 
complex and beautiful,
even more so when together.

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Darlene Gifford April 20, 2015 at 10:41 PM Hi Rhonda, Loved your poem with the hourglass shape and your images. Very inspiring and a 7 rating. ...Darlene

Maurice Yvonne March 23, 2015 at 9:31 AM A wonderful original new take on sand and the hourglass. You have a magnificent mind and you are an amazing poet!

Andrea Dietrich March 20, 2015 at 10:48 PM this reminds me of that scripture that talks about how we are as the grains of sand of the earth. So numerous, and also isn't there some soap opera that starts out by saying : Like grains of sand of the hourglass, so are the days of our lives? Well, something like that. But you took it to the next level and really developed the whole idea of the individual particles of sand. It is overwhelming to me to even think of the vastness and swiftness of time.

Andrea Dietrich March 20, 2015 at 10:46 PM sure would love a newsy letter from ya sometime but you get better,ok? Let me read this one now (and thanks for the update on you know who)

Emile Pinet March 20, 2015 at 7:50 PM You have captured so much philosophy and wisdom in a few lines. It is written by the hand of a woman who has felt love, fear, grief, guilt, pain and dismay sift through her hands like the sands of time. Emile. #7

Sandra Haight March 20, 2015 at 3:03 PM Such a wonderful allegory, Rhonda...falling and every-changing grains of sands in the hour glass and the multifaceted gems of human beings flowing through life...so beautifully expressed in your lovely words. Hugs, Sandra

Frederic Parker March 20, 2015 at 1:53 PM it's nice to read poetry from a deep thinker...to allow the mind to breathe is the greatest gift....