Original Poem: “Hourglass”


While timing the afternoon tea with an hourglass ( actually, a three-minute one ), the idea for this poem came to mind.
One by one, each tiny grain of sand
Flows downward in a steady stream of time,
Measuring grain by grain each passing moment
Of this fleeting life, until the glass has emptied
And all that remains in a mound of memories:
A remnant of a lifetime of living.

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(“Hourglass” © 2012 Poeticmeditations.  All rights reserved.)


About poeticmeditations

A 19th-century romantic poet living in the 21st-century. The Romantic poets, nib pens, candlelight, waistcoats, and pocket watches are a few of my favorite things.
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