Saturday, September 18, 2010

Mag32 -- The Wrong Side of the Line


On quicksand, tiptoe.
Shifting silently for and fro
barely balancing between
fine lines that've been drawn


the grains slip through,
immortal, pouring to
the end of the line.
The end of my time.

-kls 2010

This was written in response to the picture above, which is courtesy of Magpie Tales.  

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11 comments:

Reflections said...

Short, but very deep... and is it the 'end of my time' if 'grains slip through, immortal'...

Nice magpie.

Arian Tejano said...

perfect first stanza. i love the rhythm..

Brian Miller said...

your words carry a finility...we can not stop the sand nor put it back...nice mag

Helen said...

Love the quicksand analogy in your Magpie ....

steviewren said...

Either by tiptoeing or by stomping...we all leave our mark in the sands of time. I hope the mark on those I've touched as been meaningful.

Tumblewords: said...

It is like quicksand - deftly written!

Priyanka Bhowmick said...

short but beautiful and deep

Jinksy said...

This actually has the feel of shifting sand - well done - and I love your blue/green Monday above!

kathew said...

yes-unlike the sands of time we are not infinite....nicely done!
and I love your quilting project!

willow said...

Well done. Life truly is like quick sand!

Jingle Poetry said...

compact, lovely tale!