I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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28 April 2017

A Grain of Sand from the Hourglass

One more grain of sand
rolls through the hourglass;
his voice long stilled, and even I 
am not that girl who once….
He was so much of his time!
And so, of course, was I. No wonder
I loved his poetry, its haunting
melancholic nuances, the longing
for beauty and freedom and a world
of perfect love – we children
of the flowers … now I read 
predictions of war, and I think
we were not so wrong to want
magic and poetry and a dream
of love and peace. Were we?

Written for Poets United Midweek Motif ~ A Grain of Sand.

16 comments:

  1. We certainly weren't Rosemary❤️ this is beautifully tender and heartfelt❤️

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  2. Beautiful! No, to your rhetorical question, Not wrong at all! I want all children to have storybook time. I thought of the opening sequence of the soap "Days of our eyes"--not exactly where your poem takes me--it takes me to the tones of Robert Frost and to my own lucky youth. Who is your "He"?

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    1. The poem's not exactly autobiography (though not not, either) so much as trying to capture the flavour of an era, contrasted with the present. So I hope it doesn't really matter who. But since you ask, I'm still revisiting my obsession with Michael Dransfield.

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    2. (Whom, incidentally, I never met.)

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  3. That is for certain. We had the right dream. I hope today's young people hold that vision close and make it happen. I love this poem!!!!

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  4. No...everyone wants peace and love.The problem is they are encouraged to want a lot of material stuff as well which is killing us all !

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    1. Ah, yes. When I was a little girl, my Grandma used to say she thought the cause of most of the trouble in the world was greed. I think she was right. :(

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  5. I love this. Just exquisite.

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  6. Certainly not.. it's all one can hope for.. magic, poetry, love, peace...

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  7. This is quite an urgent question Rosemary, bearing in mind the awful goings-on of present days and yes i believe our children should too experience the dream and the magic

    Thanks for a lovely write

    much love...

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    1. I hope our children, of whatever age, do! However the reference in the poem was meant to suggest the 'flower children' era rather than youngsters. (Not that I was a flower child; was at that time living a much more conventional life as a young wife and mother – but I believed in most of their ideals.)

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  9. Yes...can we think of anything better!?? Ah, words of wisdom! Such a beautiful, softly flowing, dreamy like poem full of deep thoughts....Love this poem, Rosemary.

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  10. I am surrounded by the reminders, "Yes, we were". They are reassurances for the sands of today.

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  11. A lovely poem Rosemary ... thank you for sharing it ... "we were not so wrong" :)

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  12. Such beautiful nostalgia of times gone by and the innocence of youth and another era ... flower power, peace and love.

    Thank you for visiting Magic of Words.

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