A time we call Life -

A bundant grains of sand
gathered and cradled
in a measure for time.
The first impression
appeared insignificant,
a white radiance
passing through slowly
falling into collections.
The internal landscape
changes more swiftly
then first thought.
I am discerning with the traces
of these changes.
No longer can I look upon
the passing of the sands
without feeling the pressures of it's measure.
I can not start over.
The pure rites of time
like the earth
possess unusual powers
and cannot be overturned.
The forces of nature
begins dramatic changes
in the bottle neck
where time gathers for such a short period of time.

A Time We call LIFE
of Paisleyskys

Expressions for photo #15

Happy Birthday to my Grandmother who would have been 90 years old today.
I love and miss you so much silly girl.
I can still hear your laughter.


Kimberleigh said...

I love the fact that we always seem to be drawn to the same photo's yet with slightly different takes on them.....kindred spirits of sorts. I'll be posting my interpretation of this photo a lil later. You are a great inspiration to write with!

TJ said...

That is the nicest thing anyone has said to me in a long time..I so often feel misunderstood.

Tammy said...

Awesome poetry! I often use examples of your work as inspiration. I agree with Kimberleigh!

Mucho Hug

Bedazzzled1 said...

Excellent! "...cradled in a measure for time." Ooooo...love that.

Wonderful writing, TJ.