Time basks in the renaissance
Of a pulsing velvet air
Marigolds touch push the azure 
In crimson-gold blaze.

The day stretches before me...
I sit with my cup of tea
Under an aegean sombrero
Macaroon clouds flit.

The morning charms me like a
Living poem on wings of
Petalled blossoms sashaying
On gossamer breeze.

Songs cascade from tiny throats
Musicians of the ether
Warbling their euphoria
Aural nourishment..

The yellow ochre orb glows
Like a sunflower in a 
Lilac sky burning purple
A marmalade toast...

Twilight tiptoes in..
Preamble to dark's tremble
A night's belonging

And darkness comes swiftly
Unleashing silence of sleep
As winds tiptoe on fallen leaves
Shadows recede...

In the hush of night
I feel time's heartbeat
I break my hourglass
To find a rainbow.

71 thoughts on “Hourglass

  1. Your description and colorful words touched each grain of sand giving you that beautiful rainbow of sand that you brilliantly described. The Queen of Poetry strikes again with her magic polychromatic pen I call a wand. Harmony is all I can say my dear! 🌹🌹

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  2. time exquisitely modeled by your verses. Gorgeous. You know Y, when I got to “In the hush of night
    I feel time’s heartbeat” I felt so much pain. I do not know why. You are the best my dear Y. Thank you for being YOU!c

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  3. The “surprise” haiku tiptoed in twilight third stanza from a poet’s end but perhaps a poem’s preamble keeps dark in abeyance as I grin and vow to make sunteam soon as May’s monsoon delivers me light…but cold-brewed is cool, too. Thanks, Yassy. I needed that: now, to biddness – where is MET – mike e talbott(sp?) I unfind him at home (on WP’s usual haunt in recent postings and went to look. You, clue?

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    1. Thank you for your wonderful comments !
      I am elated 😊😊😊😊
      Well, where is Mick? I have no idea. He has disappeared again. I hope he is well.

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      1. I so hope as well. He is too good not to miss. I, too, have a habit of sometimes being the object of mine own travelling man wizard and sometime rapscallionish wanderlust-tainted forever man.

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  4. Love the great imagery of the whole poem. The last stanza gives it a wonderful climax, especially this:
    “I break my hourglass
    To find a rainbow”
    Beautiful and full of strength.

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