droplets
of water,
miniscule
seconds
of time
collected into
myriad foaming
minutes
of salty brine
spraying wildly
off crests
of rolling
hours;
incessant waves,
pounding out
days
upon the shore.
an ocean
relentlessly
reclaiming
sands of
years
in wrinkling
imprint on
beaches strand,
leaving us
with shiny
scattered
bits & pieces,
of shells;
lives
iridescent
memories.
we pick up
the pretty
moments,
turning
these over
in our hands
to take home
for display
in pint jars
upon shelves,
but best to
leave slimy
clumps of
seaweed
to dry to
brittleness
with the
passage
of time.
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http://dversepoets.com/2014/07/24/bold-metaphors-and-images-avoiding-words-like-like-and-as/
Response to Claudia’s metaphor challenge and Mary’s earlier poetics on “time”.
a poem in my pocket 