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

 

lapsing

 

some kind of life

is over

 

with a flicker

like a puff

of soft breath

the sound of the sand

departs

 

the glass is full

and the darkness

clings to a shape

that once upon

an hourglass

held

a taper

 

~

Comments3

  • Goldfinch60

    Very good and thought provoking write.

    • Frank Prem

      Thanks GF. Appreciated.

    • kathyhall

      A beautiful write and I loved the illustrations showed her in your words. Wonderful....Kat

      • Frank Prem

        Thanks kathy, that's wonderful to hear.

      • 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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