Lisa Vanderburg

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The Hour-Glass


Youth and love and life-force stirred the sands beneath my feet;

arid, warm, enticing; such a beautiful deceit!

I wondered as I wandered at such amazing grace

and turned my face up to the sun so thankful to embrace.


I was strong and brazen then, convinced that hope could win;

stupidly conceited that this trap had sucked me in!


Now I see the construct, the circled glass entraps.

Doomed to wade in circles until I breathe my last.

Every sin and sorrow cutting deep as I am stoned; 

the rain of accusation shred my skin down to the bone.

Blood trails from my body, thickly from my head,

then disappears in mockery; my path will not turn red.


Wading sands grow heavy, my pitted legs are flayed.

Walk in ceaseless suffering? Is my life not fully played?

The will to fight has left me, even those I'd leave behind

beloved as they are, cannot save me from my mind.


Serves me right for duelling with that liar in my soul

whose name is 'Condemnation', whose eyes are black as coal.

It bleeds me drier than this sand I slog though ceaselessly.

Please take me Lord; forgive me what I battled heedlessly.



The Hour-Glass










"Sands of Time". Artist: Chris Guinto
www.flickr.com/photos/graindamaged/



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Harvey Lloyd

3 years ago #27

#28
Sometimes life gets in the way of reality. Its a cross we bare. Hope all is well. Thoughts are never late, they are just in time.

Lisa Vanderburg

3 years ago #26

#27
I had missed your enriching balm dear Harvey Lloyd - a month late? Thank you so much my friend; your wisdom and fight is a true arrow!

Harvey Lloyd

3 years ago #25

Take heed you fine poet. You have participated in the epic battle of humanity. Your worthiness is in your participation and not the victories. I do not count victories but those souls who were on the field giving their best. For i have won with them something no one could win without the battle, the courage and spirit of a winner.

Lisa Vanderburg

3 years ago #24

#25
Coming from you, my dear Debasish Majumder, I am honored - thank you!

Debasish Majumder

3 years ago #23

lovely poem Lisa Vanderburg! enjoyed read and shared. thank you fro the buzz.

Lisa Vanderburg

3 years ago #22

#21
Thanks for your very thoughtful comment Franci\ud83d\udc1dEugenia Hoffman, beBee Brand Ambassador! It's true; poetry allows for dramatic prose that we wouldn't necessarily say; that license to cry out. Sometimes we think that where we are is where we're meant to be, yet if we can just muster the will, we may see something better!!

Lisa Vanderburg

3 years ago #21

#22
haha...if Rodin's fella ever blows he may have to have an S connected to the front of his creation :)

Ken Boddie

3 years ago #20

#20
Dostoyevski’s quote might explain why Rodin’s ‘Thinker’ always appears to me to be constipated. 🤢

There's not much I like better than a story told in poetic form. A cry out to be liberated from the past is a reminder that life can be full of options, which may present some difficult challenges. Perhaps, we were standing in the wrong river at the wrong time but then how would we know since there is never nor will there ever be any evidence. Life is for survivors that learn from their mistakes and share their lessons with others. Brava!

Lisa Vanderburg

3 years ago #18

Sincere thanks to all those with apologies for bunching you together! Madness, like insomnia, is a room that should never be aired....curiously, I find this helps - if I survive it! :) Fyodor Dostoyevsky said, 'To think too much is a disease.' #14 #15 #17 #18 and Ken Boddie #16 , I'm really GOOD at being hoisted by my own petard! ;)

beautiful work from Lisa Vanderburg

Lisa Vanderburg happily impressed with your work of art. You so succeeded in creating flow. Proud of you.

Fran 🐝 Brizzolis

3 years ago #15

Great Sand construction! Grest article!.

Ken Boddie

3 years ago #14

The answer, Duchess, may be to balance youthful hope with the experience of charity? Your sandy platform is fine and silty. If too dry of hope it turns to bull dust and chokes our breath away. If too saturated in charity it turns to slush and we sink into despair. But every soil has an optimum moisture content, a balance of the mind, when our silty ground is readily compacted by our measured repetitious actions and supports us perfectly. 🤗

Louise Smith

3 years ago #13

Lisa Vanderburg I think this goes with this - https://www.bebee.com/producer/@joyce-bowen/mental-health-awareness

Randall Burns

3 years ago #12

#11
I think that Savvy Raj would appreciate this poem...

Lisa Vanderburg

3 years ago #11

#10
Irrefutable truth you offer; lovely ! You are wise beyond your years and suffering is no stranger to you, so thank you for your words and commenting on my indulgence. Life can be so very tiresome at times :)

Lisa Vanderburg

3 years ago #10

#9
I am touched (in more ways than one :)), gentle Randall Burns, for sometimes in brutality, our souls cry out 'enough'!

🐝 Fatima G. Williams

3 years ago #9

Lisa Vanderburg Cathartic piece and I can feel the emotions in these words along with the undaunted strength as well. Hmmm can never escape the demon sometimes but we are light and we can fade it out, is what keeps me going :)

Randall Burns

3 years ago #8

#8
It is the brutal honesty that is "cleansing, releasing, and relieving", hence the powerful impact which I for one greatly appreciate

Lisa Vanderburg

3 years ago #7

#7
thanks Randell..it's been cathartic so I'm grateful for anyone who has read it - thank you!

Randall Burns

3 years ago #6

Very moving piece Lisa Vanderburg

Lisa Vanderburg

3 years ago #5

#3
My dear Ali, you know me too well! And I know of your river; how deep it runs that you too would feel my pain (for what else is love if it's not also suffering shared?). Thanks for the electronic share too. You lift me from my own self. Thank you, always.

Lisa Vanderburg

3 years ago #4

#2
Humble gratitude Bill King; I had an image of being trapped in this hour-glass.....inevitably drowning. Cheery, eh :)

Lisa Vanderburg

3 years ago #3

#1
Deep thanks my friend Pascal...I am truly touched as I rarely write 'poetry' and it ain't too good!

Dear Lisa Vanderburg: to say the least I am moved by your poem and in particular reading: "Every sin and sorrow cutting deep as I am stoned; the rain of accusation shred my skin down to the bone. Blood trails from my body, thickly from my head, then disappears in mockery; my path will not turn red". I don't know in what mood you were in when you wrote this poem. All I know it moved me and it shred my skin to the bone.

Pascal Derrien

3 years ago #1

Wow 😳 that s a write up and half I can feel the weight of some words not being easy to carry yet there is a liberating tone ..... wow Lisa Vanderburg I did not see that one coming 😀

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