TIME ON THE TIDE, PART 8; HOURGLASS

 

We are

the hour glass

through which time slips,

love seeps and life is lived

on ever sinking sands, come

see us turning over and falling

down on new stops and false

starts, like tides that sweep

the shore, coming in and

going out with less and

less of more and more,

or is it more and

more of less

and less.

We are

hours of taut

time caught within

glasses of fragile skin,

of breakable bone, fine is

our tiny hold on those golden

grains of complex connections;

I wish, I was, I am, I will, I want, I

am done. We are hour glasses

slipping through scents we

try to make sense of

before they slip

from our

 senses.

 

All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

Audio version available on Soundcloud:

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6 thoughts on “TIME ON THE TIDE, PART 8; HOURGLASS

  1. exploringcolour

    Very clever, very fun! So admire your way with words and this bought a smile to my face and joy to my heart! As I read it the words trickled and tumbled like the sands in the hourglass… fascinating! Definitely one of my favourites!

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