Sands Of Time Poem by David Whalen

Sands Of Time

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Seashells filled with oil
Then one by one set ablaze
Til they fill the night
With orbs of light
And turn it into day

Upon a beach
Once strewn with bodies
Of which tides and time
Have erased all trace

Yet still persist
Stark ribs of ships
And stately jibs
Like bones of whales
Bleached white
In sea foam lace

Wars like storms
Rage, then die
Only to subside
into history's haze

And are of no more import
(perhaps even less)
Then seashell filled with oil
That briefly flare
…and blaze…


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Friday, January 8, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: time
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David Whalen

David Whalen

Covington Kentucky
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