Sometimes...

 

Sand slips through glass...

 

minutes pass like tiny eternities

where you and I can recite our lives

in the time it takes for one grain to fall.

 

Still, we find ourselves near the end…

 

a tragedy worthy of the quill

of Shakespeare himself, and we

sit quietly behind these broken windows

trying to trace away the past

in order to draw the future.

Reviews

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Hmm, it seems as if you took lines from some of your earlier poems and sprinkled them in with some new ones to create a whole new emotion in thought. I like that. I like this. It's kind of like one of those stories where two stories that take place in completely different points in history and with different ideas and themes just come together to create a whole new story that is so familiar, yet so different that it recaptures the imagination and lust for the new face of a old story. Interesting. Very creative!

[bluessadmood]

great images of time passing as drops of sands falls and you sit and recite your life,,but here something wrong ,very tragic worth writing by Shakespeare himself,so you sit by the broken glass and shattered dreams and begin to think of time to come,and future to think of,so hidden meaning in all this ,still wonderful writing

[Gandré]

this is deep. It is pointing out a drama in a relationship and how difficult it is to make a new start or to go on with it....when trust is gone. this is how I understood it. The allegory with glass and looking through the shattered glass is wonderfully working here. Love your art, my dear.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Wow this is true heartbreaking poetry at it's best... all I can say is this is really a short but masterful write.