on my wanders around Milton Keynes I sat in the church and found a bible open one verse caught me ' he weighs the islands as though they were fine dust'..your words..sense of being slipping through hands..being stranded by time and consequence..seems to fit..sand can become gold..somehow? j x
Yes Jae, that is a beautiful verse and reminds us how small we are and how short our lives are.
Pensive, wistful, melancholy; well written.
so poignant, the last stanza in particular. but still we can draw inspiration to what's around us, right?
often times a story of loss or losing, after making us feel sad, makes us appreciate more of what is. this poem does that too.Also,I wear shoes on my feetI’ll not be absorbed byThe earth that would me eatnever heard anything like that and never could have imagined that myself.