grains of sand
falling through
our grasping fingers...
a dandelion held
up in the wind,
blown away in a moment.
a collection of photographs,
black and white, some
in color... put away in a box.
the strike of a match,
a quick blaze in the darkness,
lost in the black womb...
of eternity!
Eric my friend you are amazing... I am very honored to have you deicate this poem to me. When I return to read this one again I see with my second sight just how deep you have gone to bring this to full circle. Things I had missed before. I am so glad that I felt the tap on my shoulder to come back and read this one again. With me, I am sure there are many I need to check out for the second time or even a third.... It is very rewarding.... Thank you my friend Huggs....................Jim Troy
This is amazing- and not at all surprised to see that it is dedicated to someone else fully as amazing- and what's a little time between friends, anyway? (smile)
Now that's my great friend who really know's what is the meaning of time... Way to go Eric.... Thats time in your wonderful way of bringing it.... Good one Jim Troy
This is just so beautiful. I get so lost in the hypnotic feel of your words. I've no idea who Jim Troy is but what an honour you bestow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
where is jim troy i remember him as the one who writes nice poems about his wife i do not see his page anymore where is he? ? ? ? ? ?