Hi Candy
your lives slip through my trembling fingers/ like grains of sand
/leaving me alone in the prairie of desertion...
You need a bit of Blake sweetie "to see the world in a grain of sand/or heaven in a wildflower/to hold eternity in the palm of your hand/or infinity in an hour.
Your poem is beautifully wistful and soaked with yearning but check out William Blake's "Book Of Thel" and you will find we are never alone. The lines above BTW are from Auguries of Innocence by the same poet. Find his work at Bartleby.com
love
Ian
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
your lives slip through my trembling fingers/ like grains of sand
/leaving me alone in the prairie of desertion...
You need a bit of Blake sweetie "to see the world in a grain of sand/or heaven in a wildflower/to hold eternity in the palm of your hand/or infinity in an hour.
Your poem is beautifully wistful and soaked with yearning but check out William Blake's "Book Of Thel" and you will find we are never alone. The lines above BTW are from Auguries of Innocence by the same poet. Find his work at Bartleby.com
love
Ian