a single tear I shed
that tear becomes
a tear
a single tear in my tapestry of sentiment that
is inconsequential
until more tears are shed
and more tears are made:
gouged, ripped, blazed through
my suspended core.
build: scarring, destroying,
totalling my creation.
love is an hourglass.
the sands of hurt and the sands of time
plunk, plunk, plunk through that
measured channel.
the bottom bulb sits
tapping its fingers
in a pyramid
with a stretched lip and a taut brow
waiting to be filled
waiting to win.
and without careful hands
to interrupt its progress
and turn the instrument
top-to-bottom
the burning sand
and scheming half
will claim their prize.
time will run out.
Morgan Thompson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-can-make-analogies-too/
