... have been swimming hard against the tide of life these past few weeks and have missed you all muchly! xx Time to take ten and hope to be back soon...
DUST
within these walls
my only enemy is dust –
those sweet, soft motes
of light and life
that drift silent down
to rest…
Rest.
I will not disturb
our friendship,
oh, my peaceful
adversary; kindred,
we are both of a kind…
So, here let us lie together
intimate,
each of other’s bone.
And, putting all else aside,
sing silent songs
of mingled love
as we rock ourselves
to sleep…
Sleep.
Sleep.
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Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis (Reader)
Reviewed on July 11, 2011
"...each of other's bone..." is pure perfection. Love the whole poem and am intrigued by the use of "sleep, sleep, sleep" as I've just ended my latest with "drink, drink, drink." I do believe that this virtual world is veiled in the ether than enables and allows connections heretofore unexperienced except through, perhaps, those vortices of advanced understanding to which the ancients were privy . . .
Kate, this is as a sublime rendering. Soothing and suggestive of the periodic psychological sort of reflective housekeeping we each perform intentionally or as prompted by circumstance. It is another inspiring write my dear friend. I bid you love and peace. Jon Michael
Dust yourself off and take the time to rejuvenate...sleep cures all but don't sleep to long or you will start to rust...those words are from my 93 year old father in law.. Take care, and be well Kate! Hugs, Chessly
... dust "those sweet, soft motes of light and life," the stealthy enemy covering the veil of friendship ... dust maintains the shape of its host while blurring out the vibrancy of its colors ... your poem, reinforces a sense of intimate activeness shared by "silent songs of mingled love" where dust is the shared fiber of being and sleep is the source of life's rebounding dreams ... occasionally life's winds can unsettling the dust within of our lives or of be that burst of breeze allowing us to rock away into peace ...
I have been feeling so tired lately that... this speaks to me in many, many ways. There are those moments in life when everything slows down and we can literally contemplate the empty space fill with dust, floating in the air, settling on furniture. Time has a different quality in such moments. We don't want to spend it fighting; we need to rest our minds. A legitimate wish. Lovely words, hope to see you back very soon, Kate.
I love this metaphoric poem..I say dust yourself off and get back to living in the moment...We only have one life to live and that is what we should be doing....breath, live and love.
Kate, shedding the light on dust. How I love how you think! You begin with one of my all-time favorite images of dust and light-- amazing what happens when those two mix, isn't it?
Then, there's the paradox that what settles/unsettles on/in our minds is not only our nemis, but also our closest friend. What rests on us, can bring us rest-- lovely twisted thought-patterns going on there. Layers of dust (even from destruction and demolition) may muddle, but may just as well make a lovely layered blanket to curl up with.
But what's more, overall, as a reader, I become more aware of how important dust is on a spiritual level "dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return." (Genisis 3:19) Your twist is this mind-boggling concept that we are "each of other's bone". I let that layer of dust rest on me a long-long while. WOW! and made from each-other's bone as well. I love this. (I'll scare up my short story I wrote with that dust/light image in it too for some synchronicity.)
Hope you get that rest now, but the everlasting rest later--much MUCH later. --Charlie
Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
Reviewed on May 11, 2011
Lovely indeed sweet lady..take care always...Hugsss
I often equate dust with a summer day of my childhood. When sick (which as a child I was quite frequently), the rays of sunlight pouring in my window and the dust like magic fairy dust drifting in it. So I can see the comradeship in this one. I hope you are well...
fee
At my house we keep waiting for the dust to settle...with 7 teens in the home it often seems like a tornado is here. :~) I sense deeper meaning in the words of your poem though.
May the dust settle quickly and the tides of life carry you to good places.
It is very nice to read from you once again, Kate. I find your poem symbolically meaningful and thought-inciting. I send you my very best wishes with love and blessings,
Welcome back, if only for a moment, Kate. I've missed you,
and Dust reminds me just how much I've missed your alliterative
pen. Great poem. Sleep well. -gene.
Oh wow yes yay it's Kate! I can see this imagery so eloquently, as you have described the dance of the dust cotillion wafting across shafts of sunlight, peeking in through the window.
Such a peaceful scene as one dozes to a well-deserved cat nap :)
Blessings, xx
Christine
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Much peace, love and light,
Amber
Then, there's the paradox that what settles/unsettles on/in our minds is not only our nemis, but also our closest friend. What rests on us, can bring us rest-- lovely twisted thought-patterns going on there. Layers of dust (even from destruction and demolition) may muddle, but may just as well make a lovely layered blanket to curl up with.
But what's more, overall, as a reader, I become more aware of how important dust is on a spiritual level "dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return." (Genisis 3:19) Your twist is this mind-boggling concept that we are "each of other's bone". I let that layer of dust rest on me a long-long while. WOW! and made from each-other's bone as well. I love this. (I'll scare up my short story I wrote with that dust/light image in it too for some synchronicity.)
Hope you get that rest now, but the everlasting rest later--much MUCH later. --Charlie
fee
no, she doesn't..not when she writes
as gently and poignantly as this.
John
May the dust settle quickly and the tides of life carry you to good places.
Cryssa :~)
Be always safe,
Karen
Regis
and Dust reminds me just how much I've missed your alliterative
pen. Great poem. Sleep well. -gene.
Such a peaceful scene as one dozes to a well-deserved cat nap :)
Blessings, xx
Christine