This is for Fandango’s flash-fiction challenge #30. I wasn’t going to share this but figured might as well. πŸ™‚

The hourglass is glued to the table.


It has blue sand all fallen through,

Unable to be flipped anew.


This sea of sand, these waves of time

Will rest one day; take some time to mind

Its passing, its tides, its blue beautified.


5 thoughts on “Hourglass

  1. It will again flip when the world turns on its head. Who will see the ne flow is a myster not easily answered. I like this write RW!


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