Hourglass
by rebeccaMpells
We navigate and tack to catch the crest of self-promised waves
like a piston of dreams forth and back they roll
sacrificed upon the altar of age
til one day we understand
there is no harbour
no anchor
no time.
Brief encounters
as ships in the night
horizons glimpsed as sun rises
then fades to dusk before we have basked
lay down precious memory, til synapse eclipse
the hourglass turns and grain sifts with the tide once more.
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Wow! That’s a perfect hourglass. Loved the poem, Rebecca.
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Thank you Somali! I feel I’m squeezing through the narrow bit of the glass right now …. !
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😀 😀
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Oh, well done! Very, very nice!
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Thank you very much for your comment – it’s always good to get feedback – especially positive !
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Great post! Love the brushwork!
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Thanks Kendall! A mixture of brush and palette knife work 🙂
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Welcome!
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Beautiful words and art!
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Many thanks !
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Lovely painting and poem, Rebecca. I enjoyed this post a lot.
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Thanks for stopping by Tiny. I’m glad you enjoyed it 🙂
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Lovely etheree.
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Thank you!
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