Sands Of Time! Comments

ignore the double p my computer is acting rather weird lately

for a long time i have only read poems that are mine and ignored the messages when you feel that it is a good one please dropp it by :) thank you

It's another precious poem of time Eyan!

the informer, well organized

Absolutely wonderfully expressed idea. Such innovative use of meter. Ten out of ten sir.

Now you love to use the ancient egyptian hour glass as time constructing.....love you poem...well conceived!

Your message is delivered without any misunderstanding and well taken.

the grains of sand like an hour glass, is something that in our lives we pass. unlike an hour glass where you can turn it upright, the time we lose is gone from sight. B - U - T- FUL POEM A TEN

Very nice Eyan, you build such a great atmosphere with so few words, the mark of a very fine poet,10.

it's very very good the poemn i like it very much

As the sand fall through my hand I finaly see I was a blind man to late I know the place I will go. nice work as always, it has a point and gets to it. well worded.9

good poem, well deserved, its a good expression of your feelings thanks for sharing......

One thing we all have in common, as poets, that with all are touching the same ground, in different ways or formats, nevertheless, we are freely expressing our feelings as children of God. Very well penned piece, you got my vote, well deserved, Love and Peace, Romeo

very interesting and innovative style of writing I liked it Congrats regards sandhya

the form is beautiful, and your words carry the reader to your image. well done

Fatalistic! True, we have our lives measured out with threads, sand, hours or just one indeterminate lifetime.. .and we have the option of dwelling on meaningless facets that lead to nowhere or learn from the mistakes. The sand theme is clear and the seeds - the events, the sorrows, the joys, are all succinctly put into a well-defined perspective: carpe diem!

nice Im impressed! ! ! ! ! :) ++10++

i'm lovin it it was really good and smooth.

The one and only reason we are here is to perpetuate our kind and in the process develop a species which can survive the fate we are creating for humanity.The vessel is not only filled with time but, with life itself. We are pouring into each other in a great and miraculous process which defeats death. Not a bottle but a sea. Thanks for the evocative poem.

Both subject and metaphors are chosen with care - time never stands still.....