Hourglass

Hourglass

A Chapter by J. Viands

It starts with a single grain,          

Contemplating where to take everything,

Seemingly hesitating to keep moving.

 Will the situation keep improving?

 

Diluting all we comprehend,

We are just waiting for it to be finished.

Somehow it’s a reason to why we sinned.

An object appearing so reserved,

Has man in a choke hold.

 

So we keep questioning,

Keep obsessing,

Keep addressing its ending,

Wishing it would start answering.

 

Seemingly it hesitated.

I answered what I questioned.

An hourglass is empowered,

Because man is fascinated.

 

Time is controlling,

All we are doing!

Why so we keep contesting, 

When there is no wining?



© 2012 J. Viands


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Nice

Posted 11 Years Ago


You are truely gifted. I always enjoy reading your work. There seems to be a lot of thought behind your writings. Another great piece!

Posted 11 Years Ago


J. Viands

11 Years Ago

Sometimes I think bout what I’m writing sometimes not at all glad you enjoyed thanks for the revie.. read more
I really enjoyed reading this. I like the flow and how it fits together so nicely. I also enjoy your choice of unique words. Wonderful job.

Posted 11 Years Ago



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J. Viands

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