Dust
The ghost of Dust ..an idea that while definite is still blown away with ease..yet always settles back in place.
Why is it I still feel this ghost of dust so close?
beneath the hidden places of my blood
though compliant, I still wish I could have chose
which twists and turns I let such a phantom wander
I so wish indeed I could have chose
those vague instances that occupy the secret thought and mind
where I know Id find
what Ive always truly known
the feeling that creeps up when I so let
it crawls deep within and tells me
I’m not to forget or quit just yet
and why should I not quit and myself shield?
why should I not walk away or yield?
this heated rain that erodes all beneath
rock turns to soft sand unsealed
then that wind, bitter, whispers though underneath
all turns to dust and blows away
yet such grain stings the face
as it blows back to me and plays
lightly in the hair yet still burns away the trace
that I laid down to find my only way
this wind harsh built of the unintentional
for knew I not that such could stray
as resilient and helpless as dust over flame
there forever yet still it cannot stay
forgive myself that I cannot turn away
from a whisper within a voice within that bitter wind
that still tells me its all the same
forgive and forget is merely illusion
of an honest intrusion into certain truths
to forget is a mirage when looking into oneself
yet one does what one can if it so soothes
the stars are changed this night
different from when I took with me a fight
tell me can one still feel a light?
within stolen moments alone
where I still gather within the dark a sight
that the vine that grows in darkness and stone
is from but a seed of dust
For what more is there to trust?
In absolutes I do what Is just
yet in the gray between the black and white
as bewildering as it so seems to keep alight
perhaps it is only thus
I will always still feel it so
Simply because I sorely feel I must.
—C.R.Stanger
anyways..The ghost of Dust ..an idea that while definite is still blown away with ease..yet always settles back in place...it has no foundation...yet within a wind is always blown back...the impact sandy like dust has over time upon everything around it makes it a force of nature...yet it also is this thing that lay on everything when left alone for a long time..blown away it settles back always...when wet is sticks together ..when dry it scatters..,dust while some see it as a light thing that one can clean away ..always comes back...good luck with all that silly symbolism.. :).. ...yes i realize my explanation of the symbolism of dust just made my poem seem less intense and deep..eh...and im talking of the sand like dust...as in a dust storm or sand storm..also the sand within an hour glass...i wanted all these images called to mind ...with time and dust...
..If reader is not symbolic...this poem may just mean absolutely nothing lol...i found some of this in a spiral last night and I didnt date it..wish I would have..Its recent enough though..because I use some of the same lines in this as I do in other more recent poems..which is probably why I forgot about it ..took stuff I liked from it and put it elsewhere...but i found i still liked alot of it ..so i finished it...needed to save it somewhere...dust is a different symbol for me than my usuals...so i found that interesting...i know I always say Ill add more to poetry ....and I never do...because I move away from the idea..but this one I really want to add too..i have more ideas for it...and Im trying to add more poetry..but Ive gotten so busy of late...and idk how to restart getting on longer than it takes to put a poem up...must work on that ..especially to read the poets i used too...i havent been active on here the last two months...soon soon
I could not find a good background pic for this...no sand pics on this site to use...but i adored this picture..and i suppose it can make sense for now...until a sufficient dust picture is found lol...
#desire #dust #heartbreak #love #remembering #stars #unforgotten
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