The Sands Of Time

take a look at the whole
the stars above
there are more than the
grains of salt
on every beach
you ever swum on
every ice cream
you have ever eaten
they are greater than
every day you have ever lived
every way you have ever did
make sure you remember this

there are a billion million trillion of it all
its all that you can be sure of
take another look
before you stand and shake
in the cold night
above the stars are so bright
but do they matter?
But do they matter?

have you ever been sure
that you knew more than you could ignore
have you ever listened to the words
and found they contradicted the way you thought
have you ever had a feel
that you could melt the snow
and take it all for granted beyond
beyond the forsaken shaw

on raindrops
in shadows
by sunlight
ye wind
lo feel
li deel
me take

have you ever been sure
that you knew more than you could ignore
have you ever listened to the words
and found they contradicted the way you thought
have you ever had a feel
that you could melt the snow
and take it all for granted beyond
beyond the forsaken shaw

there are a billion million trillion of it all
its all that you can be sure of
take another look
before you stand and shake
in the cold night
above the stars are so bright
but do they matter?
But do they matter?

take a look at the whole
the stars above
there are more than the
grains of salt
on every beach
you ever swum on
every ice cream
you have ever eaten
they are greater than
every day you have ever lived
every way you have ever did
make sure you remember this

make sure you remember this
for it is beyond what you hoped inside
I shoot the moon
I take the spoon
the cat and the fiddle talk more than hey diddle diddle
its cute but its annoying
that you don’t know what it is
but inside it is
beyond the feeling of the sand
deep in the ground
standing eternal beyond all sound
every grain represents a hart
every grain represents a flight

a day
a tell
a song
a fell
a star
all that is
is all represented in the sand
in the sands
in the sands
the sands of time

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Volunteers volcano 

Very I’m going through 

Feeling
Yell 

It’s a hard rocking 

Fire 
Bland

Tea 

Nightmare 
Daughters breath 

Stealing 

I’m going 
Metal monkey 

Monster

Clangs 
I ask

Volunteer

Volcanos
Fugitive 

Heartstrings believed

Dust off my beard
Magic 

woman so much 

Pains
Blue

Red

Yellow

Flame 

Ghost Buildings

Lights from faded

Grass grows

Little ants crawl 

Leaves flowing into my body 

I’m a pretty little thing, even in death

Rotting at my full body 

A little more time 

Their is a fox that loves to forage in my foyers 

Birds in my eves nesting 

Wasps are taking the little insects out fighting a endless tiny war against the spiders

With wight a wings a seed pod falls from a kurrajong 

My foyer becomes its home and soon I watch it grow

Down the roots fall and dig 

My basement has a little more Earth in it now

Then I feel like I will be gone soon

My floors start to crumble 

Hammersmith Comic

Hi readers!

I’m going to be making the Hammersmith story into a comic. A full fledged comic. With every page a comic strip. I’m pretty excited about this actually. It’s really what Hammersmith was supposed to be to being with. 

That being said this poetry / fiction WordPress site doesn’t deal with comic format strips well. For a start going back and forth would be even more of a nightmare than it already is! Creating a content page was my only way around this. So I’m going to put the Hammersmith comic on a completely new WordPress. To be announced soon.

The comic will likely be as close to fortnightly as I can get. So I’ll be making the announcement of the new site once I have enough strips to keep ahead of myself. So probably a month or two from now. 

I’ll now leave you to your regularly scheduled poetry and short fiction.

Anne 

Copper heart

I’m empty in a crowd sometimes Their is a little sadness in my mind 

A phase of the fellowship we shared 

Now gone to a place I cannot find 
Else your taking the path of pains

Iced winds digging veins on my face

Unless close to this faded cloud 
Copper my heart, cross my mind

Blind to the thoughts that crafted

Still as a photograph it’s me
Dust and molted pain flows on winds 

Cast gaze to me please I wisper

I’m going through it all day 
What’s the thing done with this play? 

Will it

Will it pour down through it

 It’s also gone wrong

Inside the house and prong 

Is it difficult pain? Yes

Black slick pain that thins like oil

Rainbow death on the street 

Generally winter weather has begat the blight 

Hammers on my bone

I’m a little think

Assuming the article 

Defines the fashion of mattocks

Sods of lava mirth

Brazen just faced