Grains moving slowly
Ever sinking, moving only

Hips can imitate

Their movement as they sway

Devils twist on by
stinging in my eyes

A dress is twirling
its four sweet edges curling

It has waves
like a volume’s many pages

That wink
In pretty shades of pink

I hear: clap of heels

Sound draws on and reveals

a melody
moving feet

Sliding eyes,

Hunting wrists,

Moving on,

Moment’s gone.

© Justin Koop, SKYDB Studios and Justin Koop Writing Factory, 2009-2010. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Justin Koop and Justin Koop Writing Factory with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.


One Response to Hourglass

  1. sharilyn says:

    love it. you are a truly gifted poet. 🙂

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