crumbling dust
... may turn the mind adrift
and free the soul
from clobber and cobweb
from debris and from dirt
... may take the memory back to where
fairies frail in daylight flight
glide
down dust slides
spun into sight ...
since when has golden ray
turned gray
since when this dust?
clear air pollution let me breathe
the hope of hearts
of life
against the seethe
of strife's
deposit in decay:
this love is flush and flame!
let dust return to dust
to mock
this mold this muck this mud:
corrupted star erupt to Star ...
Author notes
Fairy Free
In a list
A contest entry
- Dust by Cannonsfire.
650 points, ended March 28, 2008, 16 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Love is flush and flame and lends its' glitter even to the dust.
What a well written poem and it's even got fairies. I thought I caught a glimpse of the fey ones reflected in your eye.
CaliOkie
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ohh dust, that has been on my mind the last 2 days
i ran out of baccy so was smoking dust off the carpet i am breathjing now with music david gilmour live in concert - on the fairy theme though you are speaking on too here i was asked to post one a week or so ago so i did sorry for rambling
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You are so funny!
You make me laugh! Smoking dust off the carpet? LOL LOL LOL I love you rambling. When you are quiet I get worried.
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the wall is never forgiving
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that is when i am brooding lol when quiet
wring my fists into mad shapes of love
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Your words certainly illuminate a pathway through the dust! Beautiful poem, with just the right tone of spiritual meaning.
Bill
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Do you know ...
Fairies really exist? I saw them.
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fairless enough
crumbling dust in mind adrift
freed the soul
in clobber and cobweb
debris formed dirt
memories back
to where fairies frail in day flight
glide
dust slides spun into sight ...
since when black or white
has Man Ray turned to gray
since when this lust?
air pollution left
I breathe
against the hope away from seethe
of living of off strife
this flush is flame!
dust to...
dust left us
mold and mud and muck:
and mock
star corrupt to Star ...
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Thank you for showing me ...
options.
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Ah this has the hand of someone who understands how magical it is to just stand in the air and breathe. Love, C
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