Time as Liquid
They fell slowly at first,
brought on by the scraping of knees
that landed hard,
bitten by dust and playground pebbles.
tiny droplets of poured over howls
plink
plunk
plink
plunk
a moment spilt, evaporated in the sun,
and wiped up with tender embrace.
Then came the torrents
down my jaw in salted testimony
when paper hearts
were torn in two
by naive hands to young to hold them.
plink
plunk
plink
plunk
a moment spilt, leaving water marks,
smudging ink, and blurring lines.
Then came the ache, dressed in black,
decades blinked into tissues
from kept memories that kept finding their way
out from beneath my tear ducts.
grief, overflowing antique crystal cups,
leaving ring stains on wooden floors.
plink
plunk
plink
plunk
a moment spilt in slow salt-worn drops,
as if eras don't leave puddles
that we find ourselves longing
to dip out toes in.
Perhaps this is why ocean rise;
we are just hourglasses,
cracked, and leaking.
plink
plunk
plink
plunk
moments spilt, dripping saline sentiments,
and you cannot rewind
what evaporates.
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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Comments (4)
So powerful and so vividly descriptive! This was such a different take on how fleeting time is.
This was more than a poem. It definitely felt like a performance piece. I think the plink, plunk helped that impression. So much stored in so few words, Ellie.
Ellie, this was absolutely gorgeously crafted. Splendid poetry!
Very nicely done, Ellie.