a poem in my pocket

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”.