the second day of autumn
we mark the passage of
time like it matters
your sand
my glass
our history
none of it can be claimed
owned
held onto
still
you extend
cupped hands
to a clear blue sky
trying to catch
the simple version
of this story
but sand becomes glass
and i see through you
this is the clearing
in the forest of forever
the sun warms my skin
even as it’s magnified
neither one of us
wants to burn
yet we lie here
singing songs
of ritual
and habit
until we’re buried
grain by grain
side by side
.
.
.
.
October 1st, 2013 at 8:29 am
i think this is my favorite ever…time is totally abstract, and there is never enough of it, and we seem to fixate on seasons, as if….today is what i see in my hour glass.
October 1st, 2013 at 8:47 am
sand becomes glass
and i see through you
this is the clearing
in the forest of forever
wonderful lines…i love the transformation in this….packed lines…and hey if we have to be buried…its always better together…
October 1st, 2013 at 9:10 am
I love the transformation of the sand/glass figure, as well, and its ultimate use at the end. Also, time consisting of ritual and habit. So true. Fine piece.
Steve
October 1st, 2013 at 9:55 am
This is so good. Love the images and the pace of this. Well done.
October 1st, 2013 at 11:10 am
another awesome one, you just keep amazing me 🙂
October 1st, 2013 at 11:15 am
Fabulous capture! I love every day of fall!
October 1st, 2013 at 12:43 pm
but sand becomes glass
and i see through you
LOVED this! really woderful feeling of the autumn of life from beginning to end.Beautiful – K
October 1st, 2013 at 1:49 pm
i like the lying in the sun, singing… and letting go of time..we cannot hold it..it’s good to remind ourselves every once and a while…
October 1st, 2013 at 2:18 pm
Hi, Kelly. Once again, this blows me away.
October 1st, 2013 at 2:28 pm
Very well done. The style is very different, but it reminded me of cummings’ “anyone lived in a pretty how town”.
October 1st, 2013 at 3:12 pm
Your words offer rich descriptions of fall, my favorite season. I also liked the texture and feel of the photo.
October 1st, 2013 at 3:15 pm
I liked your treatment of time. A good read.>KB
October 1st, 2013 at 3:16 pm
I love all of this – hard to pick out any favourite lines! You make me love autumn, as well.
October 1st, 2013 at 3:21 pm
Simply magnificent.
October 1st, 2013 at 3:21 pm
You really paint these little wonderful words of autumn.. like little gems tied together.. I really loved the end (though sad)… which is why poets all love autumn I think
October 1st, 2013 at 3:32 pm
beautifully told, Kelly ~ M
October 1st, 2013 at 3:42 pm
The inertia in the situation, despite the lens and glass and clearing, is both very human and very autumn. A lovely spare poem.
October 1st, 2013 at 3:59 pm
yet we lay here
singing songs
of ritual
and habit
until we’re buried
grain by grain
side by side….great lines. Love this.
October 1st, 2013 at 4:04 pm
I just adore this one, Mrs. M; it roars, hisses, & sings, it chants, slaps, cuddles, screams. It is a real poem, where each word is in love-harness, & those poet-eyes miss nothing; great lines, lovely line breaks & structure; but I do wonder about /yet we lay here/singing songs/ for it is the old quandary, do people “lay”? A teacher once instructed me, “Chickens lay, people lie.”
October 1st, 2013 at 4:13 pm
Ha, you most probably are correct, Glenn. That is one grammar lesson I never quite mastered. Off to investigate, but I most likely will need to correct (thanks for the heads up!)
October 1st, 2013 at 4:52 pm
“yet we lie here
singing songs
of ritual
and habit
until we’re buried
grain by grain”
This is profound — habit? momentum? It’s all in there.
October 1st, 2013 at 5:14 pm
Beautiful imagery. Swept away! Nicely penned!
October 1st, 2013 at 5:36 pm
Beautifully done–your writing seems so ethereal lately–full of light –if that makes sense–
October 1st, 2013 at 7:07 pm
Nice…you have definitely done justice to autumn here!
October 1st, 2013 at 7:13 pm
cupped hands to a clear blue sky..ah but, to hold that beauty would be wonderful..
October 1st, 2013 at 8:44 pm
Each short line is so essential to the poem–nothing wasted here. Excellent, moving piece!
October 1st, 2013 at 9:18 pm
Beautiful poem about Autumn and life … time is relative, so true. Love your poetic words and photo. Visiting from dVerse. Smiles 🙂
October 1st, 2013 at 9:36 pm
The ending specially, grain by grain, side by side ~ Beautiful words Kelly ~
October 1st, 2013 at 9:38 pm
excellent. life in the hour glass can be hazardous, but what choice do we have?
October 1st, 2013 at 10:27 pm
So many good, no..great, things going on in this piece, Kelly. Powerful imagery, excellent flow, like softly fluttering leaves. Seriously, probably a new favorite of mine. xo ~ j
October 2nd, 2013 at 8:48 am
I love every single word, thought, inflection of this. Beautiful. I’ve bookmarked this to read again and again.
October 2nd, 2013 at 7:48 pm
A brilliant take on autumn. Your words are like late-day highlights from a fading sun. Thanks for sharing this ~peace, Jason
October 3rd, 2013 at 10:54 am
Simply lovely.
October 3rd, 2013 at 2:27 pm
Very effective metaphors – especially the sand/glass which goes through continuous transformation throughout the poem. Enjoyed it very much!