We are
the hourglass
through which time slips,
love seeps and life is lived
on ever sinking sands, come
see us turning over and falling
down on new stops and false
starts, like tides that sweep
the shore, coming in and
going out with less and
less of more and more,
or is it more and
more of less
and less.
We are
hours of taut
time caught within
glasses of fragile skin,
of breakable bone, fine is
our tiny hold on those golden
grains of complex connections;
I wish, I was, I am, I will, I want, I
am done. We are hourglasses
slipping through scents we
try to make sense of
before they slip
from our
senses.
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
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Damien B. Donnelly 
What a beautiful word-painting, dear Dami!
Thank you and much love,
Steffi
Right back at you Steffi, sending happy thoughts your way 🤗🤗
Very clever, very fun! So admire your way with words and this bought a smile to my face and joy to my heart! As I read it the words trickled and tumbled like the sands in the hourglass… fascinating! Definitely one of my favourites!
Oh this is beautiful and the echo of the image! And the image itself. Everything. (K)
Ah thank you so much my dear Kerfe, I am blushing now here at the office in Paris and smiling of course xx
and I’m smiling too!