Sunday, November 19, 2006

Sifting Sand
By Don Iannone

Life sifts sand
...through open outstretched fingers.
No hourglass to contain it.
No beach providing a gestalt.

We play with it some game
...we can win.

Don't bother tying up loose ends...
all ends are loose.
Just let it flow through you
...and wash you up on shore.
Celebrate wherever you are...
you're dead if you don't.

It fills us...
only to empty us
...spilling us on the floor
...abandoning our hope
...leaving us bare
...rubbed raw
...and finally...
just leaving us.


Rob said...

Excellent. I really like this idea that all ends are loose.
This poem speaks to me big time.

floots said...

sad and beautiful
i can't get such thoughts out of my head at the moment
thank you for sharing yours

Don Iannone said...

Thanks Floots and Rob. Yeah, it's hard to get life off our's all we know...

Dan said...

"Mindfulness is simple,
once we remember
that we are already mindful,
and the world is already perfect."

Don Iannone

gautami tripathy said...

This poem is open to many interpretations. I love it.

Don Iannone said...

Thanks Dan and Gautami. Indeed subject to many different interpretations.

polona said...

oh, don, i love this one! life is all that, and much more, depending on our choice...

all's fine with me, thank you.

as to the winter in my neck of the woods... we had a foot of snow this time last year ... this year much of august was no warmer than the first half of november (save a few cold days)... statistically we're having the warmest autumn in a century...

Don Iannone said...

Thanks Polona. Thanks for the "picture" of your woods.

Ours is rainy and colder, and soon there will be more snow. It's nice to have a roaring fire in the fireplace on those long dark evenings.

samuru999 said...

I too love this poem Don!
It is wonderful!
Thank you!


passerby55 said...

life makes no promises as such

another awesum piece.


Don Iannone said...

Thanks Margie and Passerby5 for your comments.

Kathleen said...

Wow! Nice one Don!

iamnasra said...

I think you know by now how madly Im connected with sand and shore and sea ..this plays some tunes deep within me

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