Ode On The Hourglass
The restoration properties
collected in each and
every grain of sand,
stimulates the aging
functions that affect
durations longing of
infinity that it now
possesses a
plunging pit,
beings owned
and detained in
accumulations of
senseless sands compiles,
in an attribute of time, there once
beheld inside a weightless wonder, the
consequential objective for an entire world
to be ... in that one speck of sand there was
a granule of subservient effervescence, indicative
of life granting necessities of being ... a finality of
reasoning that was encapsulated in fragments
made up of earthy embraces.
In the glasses
of yesterdays,
Everest's of
has-beens
and have-nots,
mushrooming of
chapters and episodes
of life as it was, and now
they are all ... nevermore.
And so there it is, life as it
WAS, piles on and on and on ...
In this exquisite-like spectrum of
simplicities and complications, all be
the gatherings of aplenty numberings
once-upon-a-timers, that fate cast into
whimsical beings of time, are all of those
remembrances trustworthy to the hereafter
that is at a wandering here and there about,
OR is it of a reluctancy of one that would take
a back seat and gawk at the whole of--what ifs
--exchanging a wandering to be THE wanderer,
afeared at the tips of tongues of a life once
lived ... lacking innocence, and therefore
in the eyes of justice, a lifetime of
ill regrets,
appropriate
sentencing to
be carried out
in the bottoms
of a glass bottle,
now and forever.
Copyright ©
Hilo Poet
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