Sunday, September 4, 2016

September 4, 2016 The Sunday Whirl #264/ Sunday's Whirligig #75/ A Play of Dust and Years --Poets United

A Play of Dust and Years

the tapestry of my life        precise shapes sparkle            in the lightness of memory

scratch the surface             a tiny bee                                with sticky feet

checks the pumpkin flowers     the color of bricks            bright orange

like the sunset                     birds crowd the feeder           the lonely cuttlefish blinks

a distress code                    or just a friendly hello            in the quiet of morning

danger passes on silent feet        the coyote                      and his twin

come close to the garden wall    kitten unaware of threat      the shape of the day mutable

a diary entry                      of love remembered                other times

other days                        shines from the page         a pitcher of fresh milk sits on the table

memories flood the scene      the theme                    the farm at the end of the dirt road

the car travels                    dust flies                          chokes the throat

burns the eyes                the scene veiled                  dust and years

September 4, 2016







16 comments:

  1. it's almost like a silent movie scenes glide by and fade out..& in between, that startling moment of being caught unaware...beautifully woven...

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  2. Dust and years........such dreamy imagery, I saw it all.....worried for the kitten, coyotes on the other side of the wall. But I know you watch out for him. I love the idea of "dust and years"...........

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  3. Dust and years. I like the image this conjures as well as the free flowing images you describe. Enjoyed this. Nice how you can weave all these words into something beautiful. But then, that's what you do right?

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  4. I felt pulled into both the joy and bumble bees..all excited and sticky..and then as you lead us through this beautiful tapestry how sad it is to pull away and miss so very much.. xo

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  5. Oh I do hope the kitten gets away... I really like the dust and years together... Lovely

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    1. This reminds of several things: how our daily writing is images, all stacked atop one another, pages and pages of memory, other lives lived, memories preserved. It also reminds me of that old song by Kansas..."All we are is Dust In The Wind."

      Elizabeth

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    2. Thank you for your comments, Elizabeth.

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  6. Yes, me, too -- the dust and years. Nicely done.

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    1. Thank you Marilyn...we wipe the windows of the bus.

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  7. We cling to the past yet it hurts us as so much of us is back there...yet we don't want to leave our loved ones behind.

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    1. Yes, we do, and you are right so much of us is "back there." It is what fills thoses bags we drag through the streets.

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    1. Thank you so much...woman of wonderful words!

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  9. Makes one think - do the years become dust, or will the dust become years?

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  10. I enjoy your writing and admire your style.
    ZQ

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  11. We all return to dust. Nice one, Annell. I hope all is well with you.

    Pamela ox

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