When all the sand in the hourglass
slips
like wine squeezed from the fruit of time
and what I thought I would one day be
becomes
what I never quite could find,
who shall I seek?
where shall I search?
who cleans up messes when everything hurts?
If the broken break under a moonless sky
does
God still see the tears they cry?
Just whisper to me the cure-
who,what, where,
why, why, why
did time run out and I was still chasing my ghost of a life,
just chasing ghosts, and catching nothing, nothing
every time.
Note-This was written for Poetry Thursday’s April 1st prompt: absolve
My idea was to describe a person who seeks forgiveness for wasting their life but who can give that forgiveness and what would it look like?
9 comments:
Very nice!
The first stanza really set up the poem so well.
You ask a great question at the end. I think absolution comes from within.
interesting. very nice indeed.
Beautiful thoughts. I really liked how the first two stanza physically resembled hourglasses.
Beautiful poem. A tearing cry of desperation. Well done.
Nice... I like it! Thanks for sharing this one with us!
breathtaking. Your poetry is progressing even in the few months I have known you. I still love the way you use italics to emphasize certain lines. Especially the line "...does God still see the tears they cry?"
And the ending was so true.
Very clever, this! :-)
brilliant reflective monologue...loose are its knots and frayed the ends... it typifies your understanding of the melancholy which deepens itself past expression.
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