dust
dust settles
dead skin
I trace my finger
through you
wishing you
were here
not gone
in a cloud
of dust
not spread
across my
furniture
like winterfall
and so
I don’t clean
I sit and stare
at the places
you have been
the places
where you
touched me
kissed me
before the rage
and arguments
before the crying
and the hurt
before you said
you needed time
to let
the dust settle…..
I like it Ian - it's fascinating to think that we are all surrounded by particles of other people.
I like the flow you've got going in this non rhyming piece - and I love the catch at the end.
As Dave said, very thought-provoking and moving stuff.
Powerful Ian especially "I trace my finger through you, wishing you were here". Much sympathy if it's current.
You might be interested in another poem about dust (thought-provoking stuff)
http://www.writeoutloud.net/public/blogentry.php?blogentryid=16842
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Starfish
Thu 26th Sep 2013 21:47
I like this too, ditto Simon and Dave!!
Another clever piece.