The grains have dropped too soon, Diana. Well penned.

I once wrote a poem about my experience of what a joy it was for me to walk on stepping stones at the beginning of the Mississippi River in Minnesota. And it caused me to wonder how much time I had left to enjoy such experiences in the future. So I ended the last line with, “I wonder . . . I wonder.” I am now 78. Your poem offers much food for thought. And the
painting is so creative. Blessings to you.🐘

A stunning piece of art Diana…!
And a reminder not to let time go by
carelessly…
Time is always precious…

Best wishes,
The ‘other’ Diana…

(smile) I can see this contains so many different versatile meanings.
I for one rather be out than stuck inside. Beautiful meaningful
words and the artistry out of this world, love xo

Thanks for the advice. I try to get out and get a little sun every day. But I avoid the hustle and bustle of city life, most of it just frantically going from place to place without thinking about all the wasted time doing unnecessary things and not stopping to smell the roses along the way.

That old hourglass is running out for most of us. Except for those kids watching theirs fill up.

If the universe is running down, and time, itself, I'm afraid it will take quite a few billion years in our short mindset and memory for that to happen.

Ron

Yes.... time is fleeting. Get outdoors and breath the fresh air and accomplish at least one good thing a day. rlc

There's a certain urgency in this poem, that is sort of disturbing. The answer to which is patience, I presume. Well expressed!

No matter what you do with your pictures, Diana, they always seem like fine art.

As for the hourglass, indeed, a powerful symbol of transitoriness inside and out.