Written for:  Carpe Diem #1256 Grains of Sand

Sand Grains

A Grain of Sand

like sand grains

© Chèvrefeuille (experimental haiku)

Here is my attempt:

the hour glass
sands run out
of time

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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3 Responses to Sand

  1. I like the juxtaposition ! Thought​ the last line will be something , …and suddenly .. the word promises .wow !


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