Hour Glass
Jul 29th, 2008 by Miranda
Please forgive my long absence (if ya even noticed!) as I’ve not purposely neglected the Block… I’ve just been busy busy busy! Whilst feverishly sorting through things preparing for my upcoming move, though, I ran across this poem from April of 2005. I figured I’d share it, especially since poetry isn’t a realm I dive into very often since… well since around the time this was written.
Overlook the lack of capitalization and, for the most part, punctuation. When I do write poetry those often get thrown out the window.
the grains of sand drop
one by one
so chaotically perfect
on top of the ever growing mound
careless of things around it
-the state of the world
-the painful beatings of a bruised heart
it’s been said that time heals all wounds
but how can it
when it just keeps going on
allowing those grains of sand to pile up
adding pressure to what’s already damaged
slowly shattering it
not caring about anything else