Grasping at Time, Hoping for Life

Posted on May 14, 2007 by Don Iannone

Time, the ghost
we befriend
hoping
it visits often

Time, we lose
befriending phantoms
slipping through fingers, grasping
disconnected grains of sand

Time, we expect
will bring life
instead, life we lose
grasping at time

5 thoughts on “Grasping at Time, Hoping for Life”

Dan on May 23, 2007 at 6:37 pm said:

Let’s see…
oh yeah…
it sure does slip away, don’t it?
polona on May 15, 2007 at 1:53 pm said:

what’s time anyway… i wonder…
diannone on May 15, 2007 at 6:55 am said:

Thanks Andrew and Kai. Appreciate your comments.
kai c. on May 14, 2007 at 7:45 pm said:

beautiful:)
Andrew on May 14, 2007 at 5:25 pm said:

For some reason, time has really been on my mind recently — this poem says it all.

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