Fistful of Sand

I look on helplessly,

As time darts away, noiseless,

My wails die within me,

Lamenting the seconds,

Which slither away -

Through my fingers,

Like a fistful of sand,

Stark white, like my bones,

That would be covered in fistfuls of sand,

When my time runs out....

Reviews

[Stonz P.]

Time will still be with you when it runs out.. For it will be your time when you stop existing.. hehe.. just some philosophical crap I like to pull whenever I come across such deep moments; thought I should share. Always lightens my mood.
Again, the essence has been captured and in fewer words. Commendable.
Great write. Glad to have come across your work. I had been bored reading poems on similar thought as people tend to over-express their opinions. You must have a knack for it.

[Isabel25]

I am deeply honoured ....I am used to not expressing emotions..maybe my poetry also is that way. Thank you for your time and words. Happy to have come across your works too :D

[Isabel25]

By the way that philosophical crap actually made sense :)

[Stonz P.]

Haha, if only more people would agree with me ;)
And thank you to you too.

[Delmar Cooper]

I enjoy discovering poems or stories about time. I like slippery things. Light and sound have fixed, measurable speeds. Time is variable, relative and subjective good qualities in a slippery substance. Wait a minute for a kiss that lasts a minute: which minute is faster? The answer answers lots of slippery questions.

[Isabel25]

wow..that is an amazing thought Delmar. Thank you for saying that. Yes, time is indeed very slippery and it can be applied to all the walks of life. In a way life itself is time. The end of one ends the other one too.

[Delmar Cooper]

" In a way life itself is time. The end of one ends the other one too. " See, another question.

[Isabel25]

Yes......i see....but i dont know the answers....

[Misery]

Very excellent creation, dear poet. I like your style of poetry: few words filled with much expression.

[Isabel25]

And I like your works very much too..Im definitely gonna check out more of it :D It is very nice to meet you, Misery (yet another first :P)

[Misery]

Two firsts in one day for you.

[Isabel25]

HAHA :D ...

[SuspectGray]

A mournful lament if ever there was one. The end sneaks up on us silently and continuously. Great imagery....enjoyed.

[Isabel25]

I am glad you liked the ending sir :) Thank you for visiting!

[Larq]

Although there is a sense of fear in the piece, it is written with such beauty that I found myself focusing on the lovely flow of words. They created their own emotion, and it was peaceful. Thank you for sharing. I look forward to reading more of your work.

[Isabel25]

Thank you so much for your kind words Larq :D

[Samuel Dickens]

My, my, this is good. We don't know the exact context, but the experience is rich with emotion, expressed with great skill.

[Isabel25]

Thank you sir. I appreciate you taking the time to stop by and read this :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoy your poetry. You write with old-pen. Sharing knowledge and your experience.
"Which slither away -
Through my fingers,
Like a fistful of sand,"
The above lines I do understand. A fistful of sand, life will fall through and we must hold on to something. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[TheLostMind]

Another splendid write.. I loved the brevity in this one.. Each line tailored to perfection.. The vivid descriptions - quite picturesque.

A great man once said - "Nothing really belongs to us but Time, which even he has who has nothing else". We should probably invite him here to hear your opinion :P. We all watch helplessly as time darts away ma'am. We are free, yet, bound by Time.. What's fairly certain is the fact that we all will have the sweet kiss of Time.. It might be today or tomorrow.. It doesn't matter. In the end only three things matter - How much you loved, how gently you lived and how gracefully you let go of the things that were never meant for you".

People will certainly remember you if you give them something worth remembering. :).. I often wonder about such things.. I am actually scared of dying before making any mark.. Without people knowing that I ever existed.. Dying the way I lived...

Funny, I am writing something along similar lines. Certainly not "this" graceful though... :P.

[Isabel25]

My goodness, such mighty praises. I certainly don't think I deserve all this. I am deeply honoured. You are very right about the three things that really matter. But I am still scared of oblivion. The day when you fade into nothingness.

Thank you for your time and kind words :)

[Isabel25]

And send me an RR when you have completed your said work

[TheLostMind]

I never play the sycophant.. My reviews reflect what I really feel about peoples' writes :)

[Isabel25]

A million 'thank-yous' in that case :D

[TheLostMind]

You are wc :)

[Abilash Uttama]

so true.. we all are heading toward ultimate halt with every passing moment so it's better to enjoy every moment to it's fullest. nice work :)

[Isabel25]

Thank you Abilash, for your time! (pun not intended) :)

[wordman]

borrowed time is all we have great write

[Isabel25]

Ya, its such a shame.