A stingy creation of man
himself—
we are cursed
by its gritty currency
that will not be told
to sit still or held
but sifts through the fingers
and is lost in yesterday
and the days before
until reduced to memories
or specks of sand
one indistinguishable
moment from the other.
© 2010 Michael A. Wells
Magpie Tales 32
Your Magpie brought time to life!
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Rene
nicely done- gritty currency!
ReplyDeleteGritty currency that sifts through the fingers to be lost in memories as indistinguishable as specks of sand...your poem conjures up powerful, poignant word pictures.
ReplyDeletebeautiful and true!
ReplyDeleteA gritty currency, indeed! Beautiful, beautiful piece, Michael.
ReplyDeletemasterful, beautiful, and wonderful!
ReplyDeleteYes, so much time passes that we can't remember a lot of it.
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