Just like a speck of dust, blowing in the breeze.
Into my own little world, with one little blink.
Unmanageable thoughts, crazed forward with dreams.
Hard not to lose the grasp, of my inside insanity.
Speck of dust.. just blows on through the wind.
A piece of Earth- our Mother- our Kin-
Dreaming.. of what that speck, once has been.
Maybe something special, maybe that speck of dust..
Will began life again..
Author notes
This Poem is Very Personal to Me...
I just Love It... Yours Truely JackReed3
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i can really relate to this, i think most people who write tend to be somewhat introspective and maybe think that nobody else ever really understands. love the use of metaphor and the sense of hope that rounds it all off, great write. thanks for sharing
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i really like the beginning. very strong imagery, great writing, some really great thoughts! i liked this!
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I like the picture that comes to mind as I read this poem...
"Speck of dust..just blows on through the wind."
"A piece of Earth..our Mother..our Kin."
"Dreaming..of what that speck, once has been."
We all come from the earth and to the earth we shall return! Loved the thoughts that come with the ending too.
"Maybe something special..maybe that speck of dust..
Will began life again..
How wonderful!!
Thanks for this treasure of hope you have given!!
darlintlc
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