Gold Dust – A Poem

Gold-Dust-A-Poem

Last week, I posted a poem by Emily Dickinson called “Hope.”

I went on to create some poems of my own, one of which I would love to share with you today!

Since poetry is even better read aloud, I made a recording of the poem as well.

I hope you enjoy it, and may it give rise to deep thoughts and poetry of your own!


Gold Dust

By Ellie Cummins

Just a handful now of sunlight —

Time is gold-dust on the floor.

As it’s held, slips through your fingers,

Turns to golden thread once more.

 

Braid the minutes into hours,

Twist the hours into twine.

Know, however, that you cannot

Hold forever skeins of time.

 

Just a handful now of sunlight —

Time is gold-dust on the floor.

Let it be and it may linger,

Yet it still unravels more.


I’d love to hear your thoughts!  

8 thoughts on “Gold Dust – A Poem

  1. Beautiful, Ellie. Always love poetry that touches my soul with emotion that I cannot put into words. This is one of those poems! Looking forward to more! Love you, G’ma

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