Too Much, Too Fast

When I am overwhelmed by the idea I have too little time . . .or too much to grieve for such a small vessel.

Time runs too fast through the hourglass,
heating up the container
to produce minute cracks.
Pushing sand through
too small a space,
the vessel breaks.
Shattered shards burst outward
filling the carpet with irritating specks
that stick to bare feet
and make them bleed.

Author's Note

Not my typical style, but I'm not in my typical mood these days.

Reviews

[Sarah]

I'm only 19 and I can already see the effects of life. The days turn into weeks, into months, into years in the blink of an eye. Sad, but true. Scares me to think I'll be 20 next month. How much time I feel as though I have already wasted. This poem makes me wish I was just a kid again when nothing really mattered. Back to the good ole days! Great write!

[Marianne Rose]

Back to the good ole days- yes, but then I keep thinking, what time period would I go back to? Life is such a mixed bag, it would be hard to choose. It would be fun though if we had a chance to pick a time and travel back, but hold onto the original timeline- nothing changes there- more like "It's a Wonderful Life" (classic movie). And live through life with different choices- seeing how it ends up then. You have a lot of years ahead - it will go fast, but there will be times it slows down too. Falling in love, finding your passion, having a home you get to make your home . . . So many wonderful adventures. Thanks for your great review . . . Got me thinking about what it was like for me at your age, paths taken and not taken. Enjoy these years, and thanks for stopping by here!

[The Girl on Fire]

I loved it a lot!
It doesn't matter whether you're 15 or 50- time flies by so quickly in the blink of an eye....And your poem depicted it so beautifully :)

[Marianne Rose]

Thank you for your wonderful review- makes me want to get back In poem mode again- been captured by a writing that wants to keep going and be a book, so writing every morning before work does indeed make me feel this poem! Never enough time for writing I'm afraid . . . Or loving for that matter! Thanks again for your visit & review!

[The Girl on Fire]

Haha I can understand your feeling.... There's never enough time... You have to find out time for yourself, if you love writing. And I'm sure you will.
Nevertheless, always welcome :)

[William Liston]

Was the slant rhyme in this intentional...because I absolutely loved it. It really gave this piece an eerie feeling. I loved the imagery in this poem also; it created an intensity reminiscent of how time can seem like our worst enemy...even during the happy times (because even when we're happy, we know the moment won't/can't last forever). As for this "not" being your "typical style," I really don't think that matters. Poetry is meant to convey emotion (in most cases), and for as long as it does that, I think style is irrelevant. Great job on this piece.

-William Liston

[Marianne Rose]

I'm so glad you liked the unusual not quite but almost rhyming- that's just the way I heard it. Thanks so much for your in depth review of imagery and intensity, and your reflections on time as our worst enemy. Your encouragement in writing something so different than usual is appreciated too. Great review and insights. Thank you!

[Inject Positivity]

The world is moving at a speed of 1300 miles per hour, with that fast pace our life seems too much to handle at once... I loved the imageries you have brought here... It reminds me how quickly we are getting older and experienced in life, even a single breath is a new experience...

Moments of grief and pain are hard to go through, we feel like we don't have the strength to keep on moving with the timer but in those moments our creator create something more meaningful inside of us which we hardly realise that time but they show up when we cope with the grief... I know the feelings behind this write and I'm touched by the simplicity of your heart that creates these outstanding pieces... Superb... May God take you through whatever challenges you are going through... Know that I'm praying and thinking of you...

Sincerely
Dhiman

[Marianne Rose]

Thank you my friend- such a loving, accepting review filled with reflections and encouragement that give me a lift. I really don't like writing pieces that don't have happy endings. But what is present is just another aspect of the human condition which I have intended not to transcend but immerse myself in. And so the dark times come, like they do for nearly everyone. Your reviews are beautiful and tender-hearted, and I appreciate them very much.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love this piece...sometimes we just burst at the seams because we cannot fit into the life that is laid before us...or that we have put our emotions into...

[Marianne Rose]

Yes, exactly. Once the cracks start, it's hard to turn back the inevitable shattering. This is a poem that tells me something has to change- less sand, a different less fragile container, or maybe it just all bursts and the whole notion of time and limited heart space needs to go out the window. Really glad you enjoyed this piece and got it.

[Bacchus]

i think this is really well done...
the hourglass pours- and enters a new visual
of being cracked under our feet
only to make them bleed.

interesting quote to give us a clue about how grief feels.
consuming, overtaking, never ending...

i wonder what beauties can be created with the sand stuck in the carpet...
if it could be gathered back up, and heated into glass...
and i trail.

but you allow me to... can grief turn into something different than what it is at the moment?

[Marianne Rose]

Thanks for the wonderful review- and yes, just as pieces of glass and broken china can create a stepping stone, or a tabletop, sand and broken glass can be combined to make something new and beautiful. It's just that when your feet are bleeding, you have to clean them, let the glass find its way to the surface as your body pushes it out, and patch them up before you can see the glints of light in the glass on the carpet, and imagine a new work of art. You do have a beautiful way of bringing the art into every situation. Life s art, isn't it? Thanks for being here to reflect on this poem.

[Coyote Poetry]

I understand this poem. Almost sixty years old and time is moving too quickly. I liked your description of time. The hourglass can empty quickly. We must use our time wisely. Thank you Marianne for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Marianne Rose]

Thank you Coyote for sharing your experience and for this kind review. Yes, I turned 60 this year. But inside I am so much younger. It is unbelievable how quickly this life has moved through time, and yet I also feel like I've lived a hundred years. Experiences of time are so paradoxical.thank you again for reading and reviewing this so quickly!

[Coyote Poetry]

We are still young my friend and you are welcome.