shapes of sand

my thoughts found roots today
in a humble piece of paper,
yellowed by the passing of time
and graced by the jewelry
of your words' echo:

"what is the shape of the sands of time?"
you asked,
pinning my gaze against the fluid essence of our being.

i therefore pondered for a while,
only to see that
we ARE time.
our feelings are the sand,
hidden beneath the mixture of clay and ignorance.

we are time's limbs, time's DNA.
and the shape of sands,
as flexible as it is,
has never known a more solid form
than US.




Poetry by Lilly Negoi
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Written on 2013-02-16 at 21:20

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Rob Graber
We are time's DNA: now there is an original metaphor! Bravo!
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2013-02-19


countryfog
I can't help being reminded of a long-running tv soap opera here that begins each episode with "like sands through an hour glass, so are the days of our lives." It seems an apt simile, or at least one I relate to on several levels - the passage of time of course, but too the constantly shifting nature of life, the gravity of its inexorable passage from here to there, now to then, we swept along in the passages. You come, in the end, to a conclusion of strength and solidity . . . I wish I felt as you do.
2013-02-17