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Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Dust in the wind

Yesterday,
I waltzed
Through
Your doors.
You
Pulled me close,
And
Held me tight.
Today,
Dust in dust, ether in ether,
I rise with smoke,
Blown away.
You lament
But ashes.
For
I am the
Wandering wind.
Stay put and I die.

14 comments:

  1. Nicely done. Not all who wander are looking to stay in one place.

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    1. Thank you so much for your kind words. And I totally second your version : not all who wander are looking to stay in one place

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  2. 'You lament but ashes'. Such a powerful line. Really brings home the truth that the body is just the body.

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    1. Thank you Shailaja ... I am glad that the idea comes out

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  3. Nicely done, Ruby. Really lovely answer to the question.

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    1. Thank you Christine. The credit partially goes to a friend who helped me refine the answer

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  4. I love the idea of the wind waltzing in through the door, and the other trying to hold it tight.

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  5. I love this song of freedom! "Dust in dust, ether in ether,/I rise with smoke," and "you lament but ashes" are particularly lovely.

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    1. I loved the way you called it song of freedom ... Wish I could have titled it that way. Thank you so much

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