MAGPIE/ Prompt #32

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METAPHORS ON A GRAIN OF SAND


What a joke,
who designed this trick of time?
As if it couldn't be more obvious
to even the most feverish of minds
that a grain of sand slipping
through a tiny breach
into a bowl of negative trials
and positive measures,
might represent my ephemeral life.

Which grains are prayer,
or magic charms I've used up
on my knees shooting craps?

Where is all the time I washed out,
and tell me,
do tears make a nasty sludge
of free flowing gush,
slowing down this blobby mess
to discernible poetry?

Yes, wasting my existence,
designed by a blase' fate
to keep on keeping on,
no matter what.

Well, I've got a trick up my sleeve,
I don't get just one tide,
I insist on ebbing too,
and if that won't deal me
a better sand castle,
I'll just stand on my head
and kick start
the whole flow
all over again.


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Thanks once more to Willow, for the opportunity to participate in the great Magpie Prompt!!


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