Infinite grains of life I hold
slipping lazily through tightly closed fingers.
As I savour all I have
it becomes arduous not to lament
those slivers that have deftly escaped;
making their way in this world.
A square poem 6 x 6 written for Form For all Thursday over at D’verse Poets.
those slivers could mean so many things, both animate and inanimate, both things that have happened and imaginings of the writer. nice :)
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Thanks, I just realised this isn’t a square poem at all. I’m braindead tonight!
oh you plucked the heart strings on this….the slipping…i feel it with my own kids and even my own grains….slowly emptying….smiles….square is hard…a beast….nice pic of you two…
Oh, a beautiful picture and a lovely poem.
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You? Braindead? Don’t think so poet…form aside, this is fantastic…makes me want to run and hug my mini-me :) That pic is wonderful! Needless to say…you’ve been scooped :)
As a poet, a father and a grandpa, I absolutely adore this.
def. savor those grains of life shan…such a cutie…
Nice write. As I savour all I have, it becomes arduous not to lament- great line. Thanks
Some of those slivers might have escaped…but what’s left behind is soooooo worth having… No?! :)
Such a lovely write! And what a cutie of a click to accompany it… :)
Well I liked it and it’s a better poem than mine while mine fits the formula. Poetry is not all exercise, it’s also inspiration. Well done.
Nice write – yes I tried the square too but gave up :))
Lovely, perfect shape, or not :)