sometimes
when i walk
along these trails
there’ll be a swirl of dust
without
any appreciable breeze
i’m
i’m certain
it’s just some
thermal anomaly
but
i would swear
just for an instant
i see a face
within the pattern of dust
a set of sad eyes
peering out at me
with such a
wanting look
that i feel
a heaviness
like someone
or something
so ancient
was crying out to me
of course
i know that
couldn’t be
i mean that whole
dust to dust thing
is just a poetic
metaphor
You know Charles, your words touched me…I have this thing with clouds…forever think I see something or someone crying out…have to say (and I said it 100 times before) your voice adds soooo much to your words…wonderful to hear on this rainy Sunday afternoon:) Thanks my friend..have a good one too 🙂 xxx
Different perspective. I never thought of looking for faces, but I often tried to know the power. I enjoyed the memory of being alone with my thoughts. Thanks, Charles.
I am sure that if you see those sad eyes, they are crying out to you because they know you will listen… to dust we shall return…lovely thoughts invoked in this poem. Heartspell
—“something ancient”—Reminds me of a text read last night–very ancient–Thunder, Perfect Mind. The deep past trying to reach those in the present via ‘words’.
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A good read before I head to bed. Your style is refreshing.
I sometimes see things which are not actually there… It’s been happening to me for years and still scares me to death every time it happens.
You know Charles, your words touched me…I have this thing with clouds…forever think I see something or someone crying out…have to say (and I said it 100 times before) your voice adds soooo much to your words…wonderful to hear on this rainy Sunday afternoon:) Thanks my friend..have a good one too 🙂 xxx
Fine.
Great write.
dust devil
made me do it
Different perspective. I never thought of looking for faces, but I often tried to know the power. I enjoyed the memory of being alone with my thoughts. Thanks, Charles.
I like the ‘dust to dust’ reference.
The last lines give this an eerie other-worldly feel, and conjures up great images in my mind. The souls of the desert… a beautiful concept.
Charles, this is clever … and pointed … as all your poems are … Thank you!
I see things too, feel them… poetic metaphor indeed – the image is awesome, your poem, goes without saying
I am sure that if you see those sad eyes, they are crying out to you because they know you will listen… to dust we shall return…lovely thoughts invoked in this poem. Heartspell
Of Course!!! ;-))
i believe you are referring the very ephemeral existence here on earth.
Nicely written poem, Charles…certainly makes one think, I guess we’ll find out soon enough.
Appreciable breezes may be secondary to metaphors… especially novel ones. Charles, you’re work continues to amaze me. Cheers
meant “your” work.
fabulous piece charles. its a little spooky and dreamy.
You have a keen eye to match your sharp pen, my friend. Thought-provoking as ever – and I especially love the final four lines.
—“something ancient”—Reminds me of a text read last night–very ancient–Thunder, Perfect Mind. The deep past trying to reach those in the present via ‘words’.