In many a quivering hour lay
the broad expanse of yesterday
what shall come and free her mind?
for time, is fleeting still to find.
The hour glass reflects a grainy past
its sands stir the soul with sins amassed.
Introspective, the years roll on to tomorrow
where awaits a fresh serving of joy and sorrow.
The cat waits for the loving touch of her hand
She watches only the descending sands
waves crash against the cliffs and beach
but it all seems just out of her reach.
A contest entry
- My beginning...the rest is you. by azlyn.
709 points, ended February 12, 2009, 14 entries
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Comments
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Very captivating! Your poem embraces the prompt so well and gives us a new perspective on what she is feeling. Very nice, thank you for writing for this!
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Beautiful...
You grasped the total context of the prompt and the picture. It's interesting to see where different minds go when presented with both prompts. I think this is wonderful!
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