I actually set out with the intention of writing about "actual" dust. . .but this is what I got.


Dust

My tidy homes are filled with dust
The debitage of my own creation and renewal
And a past that remains present
All is made of dust
But dullness glistens in the bright window
The residue of life suspended in time and space
Softly illuminating hazy memories
That will not be cleared away.



Words by CPom
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Written on 2010-05-08 at 01:44

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jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
aaahhh dust!
the dastardly motes that haunt women.
i hope you find your actual dust :)

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2010-05-15


P K Padhy
A beautiful poetic creation with metaphorical touch. The expressions like residue of life, hazy memories create striking imageries in the poem.

Congratulation!

Dr P K Padhy
2010-05-08