One Hour

1. The hourglass is flowing As the wine makes a splash In her glass She's crying Silently 1. The hourglass is flowing A user is knocked out Underneath the highway Immobile 1. The hourglass is flowing Elderly man sits there By himself waiting for Visitors 1. The hourglass is flowing A teacher yells at the Class for their lack of work Apathy 1. The hourglass is flowing Passiveness Nothingness consumes our Existence

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Chris Green

Date: 4/24/2017 7:39:00 AM

This is quite sad Trisha, it seems the sand dropping in this hourglass is dark and damp and desolate. I like how you formed this poem, the way it falls down the screen, each stanza is like another grain of sand reaching the bottom. Nicely done.

Trisha Romano
Date: 4/24/2017 7:45:00 AM

Thank you very much! It is very dark. I like that you compared it to my other poem, Ripple. Your feedback is greatly appreciated :)