Our future sifts through fingers;
clutching, but losing strength.
Memories, not so gentle, gather in the dust.
Each a new beginning,
yet wasted before hitting the ground.
Time to bid farewell and watch
through silent tears
as the grains of hope lie abandoned,
amongst the wasted dreams of lost souls.
Only our footprints remain.
Author notes
Photo: Early by Simon http://www.beakerst.shutterchance.com/photoblog/3140.htm
I guess this is a little wide of the hope that runs through the quote for the contest, but sad to say, it's my mood at the moment.
A contest entry
- ~William Butler Yeats - The Passions of an Irish Poet~ PIF by Pamela A Lamppa.
875 points, ended April 22, 2008, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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This is very sad; there are times when this is the truth, and while it is not comfortable to say it, it is worse to conceal it. The images that speak of this feeling are wonderful.
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Ahhh. There is a sadness and loss filling this piece that hurts the heart. I do hope you find your smile again.
I think you brush upon the prompt with beautiful words of sifted sands and diminished hope. Your last line leaves one to ponder of the trek.
A truly beautiful poem. Best of luck in the judging. ~Pamela
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Wonderfully written and very moving
Wonderfully expressed 'future sifts'
'losing strength'
'memories gather in dust'
'a new beginning' is questioned 'yet wasted' metaphor of the grains of sand running and 'sift[ing] through fingers' was brilliantly used
not 'grains of hope' they are 'abandoned'
'amongst the wasted dreams of lost souls' so powerful this phrase
'only footprints remain'
a very moving and touching poem Pat and 'spoke' straight to my heart *tears*
thankyou so much for sharing
and allowing me to read this
as you have put words
for what is for some unexpressible.
Much love being sent to you dear friend Lib x x x
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excellent
this is full of quality.the wasted dreams of lost souls, what a line.you have an art for creating an atmosphere in your work. well done.
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I love the metaphors. They are beautiful. Your writing is so haunting and true. I love it. It is very professional. I know I'm repeating myself but you never cease to amaze me. Bravo! Oh, and there is one tiny mistake in the first line: "sifts though fingers;"
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