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Welcome to my latest exercise in an attempt to reach my goal of being a prolific writer in 2022. So, in addition to writing 1 short story each week (Because Ray Bradbury said you can’t write 52 bad ones – challenge accepted!) I will be attempting to post an original poem each day in April. This is not going to be easy – I’ve not really written poetry since college. So, these will be thrown together each day and not very edited.

I can hear you now – sucky stories and bad poetry? Sign me up.

For more information about the blogging challenge, see http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/)

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Grains of sand in the hourglass
slip-sliding over one another in a race
to agree with gravity

Breaking the glass
does not stop time
as it should
(nor does it stop gravity)
And picking up sand
with fingers
trying to control Time as if
it were a border collie — reckless, but obedient–
instead of the gusty wind
that can be harnessed, but not controlled

The sand grains on the beach seem infinite, but not.
Same with time.