Ann Peck Poet Rhyme

The Hourglass

What might have been but wasn't,
we all have writings in this book.
Our tears collect in bottles
marked with, "Grief," because our look

was in the wrong direction, our time
was spent elsewhere. We forgot to
listen closely, didn't say the words,
"I care." If we'd known someone

was needing, we would have
helped them ease their pain.
But we didn't. Now we suffer
from thoughts we still retain

within our souls, which are now
bent over from the shame. We
feel like bartering with the wind
to quiet this relentless blame

and guilt. We need to climb above these
thoughts, not mourn them as they pass.
If someone calls, we'll answer;
we'll refill the hourglass.

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Gordon Mcconnell March 23, 2021 at 11:26 AM Nice pen Ann, like your rhyme and flow with fine imagery too. Trust you're well, take care, Gordon Ann Peck March 24, 2021 at 2:04 PM Thank you, Gordon. This is one I wrote last year. I like the hourglass. Some words from the past seem to have more weight than current words. You take care, too.

L Milton Hankins March 21, 2021 at 4:54 PM Very fine writing, Ann. I loved the symbolism of the hourglass. So often we fail to say the words, and when we realize it, too much time has passed...the hourglass has run empty. Still, in most cases, it can be refilled. Ann Peck March 22, 2021 at 9:06 AM Thank you for commenting, Milton. So many times I've said I wish I'd said this, I wish I'd done that. It would be nice to wipe the slate clean and try again.