Hourglass Rewind

closing my eyes to
see memories,
then eye lids
fluttering up to stare
at the buttom
of an hourglass,

three thirds grains past,
and less than one thirds future,
the falling present in between
three thirds full,
or as one, single moment

the reality that i
first closed eyes to
at the start of this
pitiful attempt
of lyrical written woe
as a student of poetics i should know
of the incorrect grammatical display
miswritten romanced transcription

laid before you
with your eyes drawn
to the quickly
sifting sand of “now”
that are these
increasingly, alarming stilts
in attempted prose,
i suppose i should prepare
myself
for your critique
as well as that
scholar criticism
few gazing will possess,
but even if my soliloquy
has the tense of incorrect diction
i’m sure someone out there
knows

these words’ intentions,
if they be lost to you,
this
poem’s intended,
just know that
i am clutching the hourglass
with shaking hands and
desperate, clumsy fingers
and flipping it
over,

so the time stands still,
then slowly rewinds backwards
so that the future,
and all its
possibilities
never comes,
only the moments we
have spent
in this blissful happiness
so they repeat, again
and

again
so they
repeat
in this blissful
happiness
only the moments we
have spent
so that the future and
all
its possibilities never
comes,
and slowly rewinds backwards
so the time stands still

and flipping it over,
with shaking hands
and desperate,
clumsy
fingers
i am clutching the
hourglass,
just
know that,
this poem’s
intended.

Copyright of Marie Meyers, 2014. All rights reserved

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