cont. on series about phobias...


Amathophobia- Fear of dust

Armed with a bottle of dusting spray

And a soft, cotton cloth

I stalk into the night

Awaken from dreams...

Feeling..no, HEARING it grow

First it settles on the coffee table..

And then it almost migrates

To every part of the house

And it seems, no matter how

Much I try..it comes back again

I spray, then wipe, then spray again..

The delicate seeds of insanity..

Have forsaken me again..

Breeding, multiplying

Dust bunnies hiding,

Frolicking..mocking me

I shall overcome!



Poetry by Teala
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Written on 2006-08-07 at 08:08

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I have a dust allergy, I cant stand the smallest amount of dust without sneezing and itching... I guess i'll eventually get amathophobic!
2006-08-07


Zachary P. B.
Another wonderful poem in this series, Teala. =) I love how these narratives are really in character, first person poems...

This one made me laugh a little, I can imagine someone panicking with a feather duster in hand... the images makes me smile. =)

Z
2006-08-07


liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
I love your fear series -
this is quite funny.

liz
2006-08-07