PIECES OF TIME
Have you seen?
Have you seen this life we lead?
Fragments of space locked in time.
I stand on this beach, with each grain beneath my feet.
Ground down from rocks and God grinding his teeth.
This sea has washed a thousand shores.
These tears have dried a million times before.
Did I miss something? The big reveal?
My hands are empty as I forget how this feels.
Closing my eyes I feel it wash over me.
These pieces of time we cling to like driftwood.
Was I wrong to run? Or weak to stay?
(I don’t know so please don’t answer)
I cling faster now, each splinter a memory driving its way to my heart.
You can find me here, holding your hand.
Encircling this moment that I wish to stretch out for eternity.
Don’t pity me.
Let us disappear and fall once again into your own jealousy.
Leapfrogging to another piece of your own space and time.
Alone again.
We watch as the beach rises and the moon turns over.
Capturing us forever in this bottle on the sand.
Havoc and Consequence 
Grinding down those moments in time. Time, a perception, a perspective, a sieve and scales. Weighed out yet always changing. Great piece here.
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Thank you, time is a frequent visitor in these pieces. It’s my nemesis 🙂
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It is the nemesis for many, I believe.
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The shared foe!
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Time is, something, odd, when we have, too much of it, it goes by, too, slowly, and, we feel we’re, runnuing low, it, sped, past, us all, and we can’t ever, catch up…
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the relative enemy. It either snatches or hurries things of importance, and pain.
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“These tears have dried a million times before.” – that strangely gives me comfort. Wonderful word smithing thank you
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Thank you, glad it gives comfort. Tears always dry, a sign that we can manage anything really in the big picture.
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Nice blog!
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Thanks, i will do.
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a fragment of time in space like a piece of sea glass in the ocean……..finding its way back to you. you’ve taken me on a beautiful journey, a healing and meditative piece.
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Funny you mention that, i was reading about this only yesterday: http://www.amazing-places.com/ussuri-bay-glass-beach-russia/
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thats the beauty of nature isn;t it. takes humans garbage and turns it into art. that’s a beautiful beach in Russia. Feels like nature mocks us every time. Out of the oceans heart sharp broken bottles smoothed by the powerful waves is offered back to us. time to recycle those pretty pieces right?!
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A Beautiful beach indeed, but definitely one for shoes. I think, like nature, we have to cope with the garbage of life, turning it into something either of use or beauty. We are either streams or swamps.
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Or heavy duty boots! I like that thought – streams or swamps – I’ll be running water or sure. Always on the move!
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