Dust and Me

Dust and Me

A Poem by AcasualPawn
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I presented the relation between dust and me in a dramatic manner

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I wiped the shirt covered by dust,
With frustration and discomfort.
It was the filth beneath my shoe
Trying to trespass through.

Ignoring the thoughts
I walked it past,
But suddenly huge wind starts blowing,
Dust also starts flowing,
Taking the shape of sculpture
Like my shadow in the mirror.

Thunders reverberate in mind,
A scene flashed of my dying.
As dust's sculpture and me joined.

© 2017 AcasualPawn


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A very intriguing read; beautifully expressed within few words. Loved it!

Posted 3 Years Ago


Dust around us and inside us and after us. You make reader think about purpose of own life.

Posted 3 Years Ago


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Well create with just few words. Point out importance of live, love and death. Well done.

Posted 3 Years Ago


AcasualPawn

3 Years Ago

Thanks for understanding broken English
...

3 Years Ago

You welcome I really like it.
You have beautifully imprinted the relationship between you and dust which eventually connects with death...

Posted 3 Years Ago


AcasualPawn

3 Years Ago

Thankyou for your understanding..
from dust we came and dust we go,,loved it

Posted 3 Years Ago


AcasualPawn

3 Years Ago

Its my honor, that you enjoyed it
 wordman

3 Years Ago

my pleasure
This very much reminded me of Genesis 3:19

Posted 3 Years Ago


AcasualPawn

3 Years Ago

Well thankyou Athena,for passing by
i love your writing style . It gives a strong message that death is inexorable .
wish it were longer.

Posted 3 Years Ago


AcasualPawn

3 Years Ago

Thanks neeyati for your review....
I think the poet is here speaking of the inevitability of death. Dust is an ancient symbol for death: "From dust you came; to dust you shall return." In modern times, the American group Kansas recorded a song called "Dust in the Wind," which was a meditation on impermanence. In this work he looks upon the dust on his shirt and sees it as death trying to "trespass through." Though he tries to ignore it, the wind blows up a dust storm that takes the shape of a sculpture "Like a shadow in the mirror," the shadow of death. In the last verse the sculpture and the speaker merge, a symbol of death's final victory. Not a comforting work, this, but a reminder of the words of the Anglican Book of Common Prayer: "In the midst of life we are in death." Well done.

Posted 3 Years Ago


AcasualPawn

3 Years Ago

Thanks John for your appreciation....
AcasualPawn

3 Years Ago

And information
(applauds) Dude, this is amazing!!! :D Dust always does seem to come back and make a nuisance of itself, making us run away faster.

Posted 3 Years Ago


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AcasualPawn

3 Years Ago

Thankyou raven for your kind appreciation.. Just a casual PIG hope you will pass by again...
Raven Moonchild

3 Years Ago

Thank you for sharing your talented mind. :) And you are no pig, my friend. You are a brilliant and .. read more
How situations change and spontaneously turn unfavorable.
Mesmerising!

Posted 3 Years Ago


AcasualPawn

3 Years Ago

Thanks tazeen for your appreciation. I hope you like it...

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