Frank Prem

a philosophy of fragile times

when he turned the hourglass

the sand ran up

as he knew it would


deep contemplation

so often turns life

on its head


the flame only rises

while the taper

melts down


in the end

there is black wick

in a wax pool


melted into a soft light

that was

for a little while


the level of the sand

is rising


some kind of time

is running up

running out




some kind of life

is over


with a flicker

like a puff

of soft breath

the sound of the sand



the glass is full

and the darkness

clings to a shape

that once upon

an hourglass


a taper




  • Goldfinch60

    Very good and thought provoking write.

    • Frank Prem

      Thanks GF. Appreciated.

    • Fay Slimm

      I admire the way you stand words and thoughts on their head in this slant-eyed look at beginnings and endings Frank. A great read.

      • Frank Prem

        Hi Fay. Thank you. We sort of have to look at things upside down sometimes., I thin. No sense at all otherwise.

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