Fabulous! When I was 3 or 4, my grandmother gave me a blue roaster filled with white sand. I felt it was such a treasure as I sifted it through my fingers. I would play for hours with this sand. I felt so special! Hugs SueAnn
I am awestruck with the last line.. what a feeling that!! Thanks Sandy.. OSI continues to be the forum I have liked to put my celebratory poems.. well today I have put 399th and tomorrow it would be 400th as well as 2nd anniversary of my blog.. do visit..
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vivid image-good capture in words
ReplyDeletevivid imagery! lovely!
ReplyDeleteFabulous! When I was 3 or 4, my grandmother gave me a blue roaster filled with white sand. I felt it was such a treasure as I sifted it through my fingers. I would play for hours with this sand. I felt so special!
ReplyDeleteHugs
SueAnn
So true, and I love the ending to this.
ReplyDeletebeautiful....love the ending...!!
ReplyDeleteit has a very haiku-esque / oriental feel :-)
ReplyDeletePS
i had a haiku on my German post you commented earlier. maybe you missed it.
Just how quickly time flies!! Beautiful imagery and gentle words!!
ReplyDeleteHow true!! Good one Sandy :)
ReplyDelete"You whisper,And it's gone" I liked this line! Nice:)
ReplyDeleteThe flowers are beautiful and I love the quote.
ReplyDeleteI am awestruck with the last line.. what a feeling that!! Thanks Sandy.. OSI continues to be the forum I have liked to put my celebratory poems.. well today I have put 399th and tomorrow it would be 400th as well as 2nd anniversary of my blog.. do visit..
ReplyDeleteOf all the hourglasses I've read thus far, this is IT!
ReplyDeleteSandy, I can feel the loneliness creeping in here. And isn't it nice that all the hourglasses use pure white sand? That must be a tradition.
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True. Whisper and it is gone!
ReplyDeleteCan't hold on to it. Can just live it.
Thanks Sandy.
Once again you have captured the elusiveness of time and life! perfect!
ReplyDeleteIt is funny how those whispers can often remain as thunderous hurtful shouts in our mind. Even mountains are eventually reduced to sand.
ReplyDeleteDo visit to accept my thanks here:
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this is breath taking.
ReplyDeletelove it.
Thanks for being here.