"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Grit of Sanded Days



Tiny grains
of my life
pour through
time’s fingers,
the grit
of sanded days
covering another
birthday.
Why pine
for younger years
with its dark stains
of immaturity?
I celebrate
wisdom’s creases
marking my skin,
and the reality
there are mistakes
I won’t be making
again.

©Susie Clevenger 2011

Photograph: Google Images
Bluebell Books Short Story Slam Week 15

13 comments :

Beyond Horizon said...

We fall, we rise...we fail, we learn and We Live!

Wisdom in those few words :)

Poets United said...

This is a very wise poem. The image/metaphor of "grit" really works.

Chantell said...

Very good way to look at life ~ 'mistakes I won't be making again'...I like that :o)

Perfect, as always!

Marbles in My Pocket said...

Well said, Susie. Very nicely done!
http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/11/23/the-last-grain-of-sand/

Morning said...

smart thoughts,

let it flow,
smiles.

Sheila Moore said...

I like your attitude :)

Michelle My Bell said...

BEAUTIFUL Susie :)

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The Cello Strings said...

attitude is the key.

lovely take.

Brian Miller said...

nice...i would not give up today myself for those earlier days...they were fun but my life is so much richer now...

Greeshma Ramesh said...

Hey I'am you new reader! :) I totally adored this piece of writing. It's very simple and conveys what it has to. Awesome! :)
- Love much! :)

Ed Pilolla said...

you and me both:)
cool tempo.

e.a.s. demers said...

Nice write... and, a very good point :-)

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