Amy Barlow Liberatore… stories of lost years, wild times, mental variety, faith, and lots of jazz

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The Hourglass

“Like sand through the hourglass,”
so goes the daze of my life…
a hazy mix of meter and mantra:

Shy shy little girl;
emerges from shell
only if she’s to sing.

Singer takes to the road,
works with the rude,
hangs with the rowdy.

Faces the raid of AIDS
on the dearest friends,
the dearest men…

Mentors anxious daughter
from dread-the-world to
worldly wise vixen,

fixin’ to show them all,
to know them all,
to grow from within.

I am all in this timekeeper:
A grain of salt or truth falls,
skims the surface of my past.

Don’t care how much is left
to sift and flow, but the
bottom bits… these, I know.

© 2013 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
Hourglass image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons

Day 22 of NaPoWriMo! PAD (Poem A Day) in April…

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads has Open Link Monday, so I will post there a wonderful prompt from my friends Walt and Marie Elena at Poetic Bloomings, “Time Flies.” When I thought of the hourglass, the next “tape” from the Music of My Life was the theme to an old soap opera, along with its catch phrase: “Like sands through the hourglass, so go the Days of Our Lives…” and I was off and running for my pencil.

Hope all had a good weekend. I know I’m enjoying a break in the Wisconsin snow-spits of the past few days. Peace, Amy