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!
Beautiful, Ellie. Like you.
Thank you, Dad. You made my day!
Another Emily Dickerson is born. Simply beautiful and so true. Time waits for no one. Love, Nola
Love you, Grandma Nola!
You’re talented in so many different ways Ellie! 🙂 it’s so cool to think of time that way!
Thanks, Gracie! Miss you!
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
Thanks bunches, Grandma! Love ya! 😀