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:
Short, but very deep... and is it the 'end of my time' if 'grains slip through, immortal'...
Nice magpie.
perfect first stanza. i love the rhythm..
your words carry a finility...we can not stop the sand nor put it back...nice mag
Love the quicksand analogy in your Magpie ....
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.
It is like quicksand - deftly written!
short but beautiful and deep
This actually has the feel of shifting sand - well done - and I love your blue/green Monday above!
yes-unlike the sands of time we are not infinite....nicely done!
and I love your quilting project!
Well done. Life truly is like quick sand!
compact, lovely tale!
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