HOUR GLASS
A sudden winter chill
stills the night
and steals the fire of day.
my light grows dim
the past fades into oblivion.
there is no place to hide
and I am lost in Time.
Nov 08, 2013
HOUR GLASS
About This Poem
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Sir wordcrafter,
Not a word or letter out of place. A darkly smoldering gem.
If you would like to hear my reading of it right click on this link.
http://vocaroo.com/i/s1zyVPA9OlYp
appreciated
appreciated, I did hear reading.ir was read as I meant it to be understood, thanks, jess.
joe
welcome back
and we must all address you as
SIR
in caps
Thanks. I don't write much
Thanks. I don't write much lately. Appreciate your kindness.
joe
Dearest Joe
I agree with Jess not a word out of place, its a wonderful poem I cant pick a favourite line or phrase its flawless
bravo
much love your Jayne xxx
Thanks, my Jane. I've been
Thanks, my Jane. I've been long to answer.
joe
glad to see u over here
that shows u have
WILL POWER
As always...thanks. :)
As always...thanks. :)
Just beautiful. Love Anni
Just beautiful.
Love Anni
As is your own spirit,
As is your own spirit,
Love
Longobardolino