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
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Comments

Beyond Horizon said…
We fall, we rise...we fail, we learn and We Live!

Wisdom in those few words :)
November 29, 2011 at 5:24 AM
Poets United said…
This is a very wise poem. The image/metaphor of "grit" really works.
November 29, 2011 at 7:21 AM
Chantell said…
Very good way to look at life ~ 'mistakes I won't be making again'...I like that :o)

Perfect, as always!
November 29, 2011 at 8:11 AM
Marbles in My Pocket said…
Well said, Susie. Very nicely done!
http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/11/23/the-last-grain-of-sand/
November 29, 2011 at 9:04 AM
Sheila said…
I like your attitude :)
November 29, 2011 at 2:59 PM
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November 30, 2011 at 7:36 AM
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...
November 30, 2011 at 1:48 PM
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! :)
December 4, 2011 at 1:09 AM
Ed Pilolla said…
you and me both:)
cool tempo.
December 4, 2011 at 4:11 PM
e.a.s. demers said…
Nice write... and, a very good point :-)
December 8, 2011 at 6:37 PM
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