Grasping at Time, Hoping for Life

Time, the ghost
we befriend
it visits often

Time, we lose
befriending phantoms
slipping through fingers, grasping
disconnected grains of sand

Time, we expect
will bring life
instead, life we lose
grasping at time

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About Don Iannone

Don Iannone is a poet, writer, teacher and photographer who lives in the Greater Cleveland area. He has worked in the economic development field for over 35 years. Don is the author of three poetry books and five photography books. He is working on a short book of photographs and poems about human trafficking. This work was exhibited at six venues in Ohio. Don holds an M.A. degree in Art and Consciousness Studies from the University of Philosophical Research in Los Angeles, where he teaches writing. His educational background also includes studies in Anthropology, Photography, Organizational Behavior, and Economic Development. Don’s website: Wisdom Work Press:

10 thoughts on “Grasping at Time, Hoping for Life

  1. My brother and I were discussing this very topic today. It seems time’s whizzing by us faster than we realize. It becomes, “Where did the day go?”, to “Where did the summer go?”, and eventually to “Where did the years go?” Good write, Don.

  2. The last stanza is a true gem of wisdom. ^_^

    I’ve just been to Russell’s site, and commented on his poem entitled “Different.” My message there is also very apt here.

    Thank you.

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