Chiming hourglass soul
dripping sand like instincts
create a doorway
for eyes to see
beyond pride.
Stop the lost
from running.
Brenda Warren 2016
This piece is from a prompt at one of Elizabeth’s places. Give it a visit—try one of her prompts. Check out the work of a few other poets writing there this month.
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Yes, “beyond pride”. I had similar thoughts, but didn’t go that route. I’m glad you did.
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I particularly like the title. Using “soul” instead of “self” has a real depth to it!
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I love the image of a chiming hourglass soul so much!
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Oh, I like this Brenda. Mostly because you don’t define who is lost, the seer or the seen. Also like the “hourglass soul”.
Elizabeth
https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2016/04/04/in-her-eyes/
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