it could at least be multi-coloured


Dust

At the first toddle we kick up the dust
That mothers before wiped away for months...
We begin to learn to deal with the particles.
Such are the articles of life that powder us
And dust is ever a part of life.

We learn to clean our shoes of it early...
As soon as we are shod in fact
Then some god insists... insists we must
Move mountains of it
For the rest of our lives.
Now I am thinking of who I loved
Became to it too soon...
Mother
Father
Husband
Babies
Moted far too easily...

Dusty ashes I hope hued
To some Spring garden.

I am able to toddle amongst reasons
But the dust just covers everything...
Then I find the magic cloth
And put the music on.
Everything eventually settles...
Is covered-
And then we learn to go on.
With a heart that is a bit dusty but
A gait that is fairly strong.








Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-06-05 at 03:04

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NicholasG
When we are young (close to the floor) we are witness to dust swept under the carpet. It is important to become discerning as to the traits of different dust. Some is gold :-) Of course earlier still we were all star dust, but He missed that episode.
xox Nick
2010-06-05