16 march









there are green wicker chairs in my living room

beyond them is the tower of the old coast guard station

at night the cities across the water look like small strips of light

glistening in the distance

plopped down here with friends

we squeeze the last drop of wine out of the bottle 

and nibble on apples and cheeses 

 perhaps you will cut us some slack

as we fuss about our futures

it's easy to forget 

that we are all dust








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  1. Margie16 March 2014 at 07:53

    Simply beautiful.

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  2. Laurie Kolp16 March 2014 at 08:12

    That last line is so powerful. Well wordled!

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  3. Lynn16 March 2014 at 08:26

    beautiful photos, what a contrast of sights..

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  4. Tessa~ Here there be musing16 March 2014 at 08:33

    Cute use of the Sunday Whirl...........

    Ahhhhhh but, we are animated dust, while we are here! So lets make good use of our time, as animated dust! Lets have all the Joy, we can!!!! :-)

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  5. annell416 March 2014 at 09:41

    Dust we are, so easy to forget, think we are important, when we are each fading in our time.

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  6. Jae Rose16 March 2014 at 10:29

    Dust and electricity caught in a lighthouse beam..I think enjoying the wine and apples and cheese is a better way to be though!

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  7. kaykuala16 March 2014 at 11:36

    When one is having fun and relaxing with friends it is only natural to forget about other things! Nicely asos!

    Hank

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  8. De Jackson16 March 2014 at 12:13

    Easy, indeed. As easy as the pace of this beautiful piece.

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  9. Cathy16 March 2014 at 16:03

    We are all dust. So true. Love the simplicity in this poem

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  10. Grace16 March 2014 at 19:20

    Yes, we are all dust ~ Wow, stunning pictures ~

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  11. Katie16 March 2014 at 19:30

    such wise thoughts this afternoon.

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  12. Maude Lynn16 March 2014 at 21:24

    Beautiful work with the words!

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  13. Old Egg16 March 2014 at 22:23

    Dust we are but while we are here let's make our lives and others joyous and memories of us will linger on. Beautiful thoughts.

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  14. brenda w16 March 2014 at 23:38

    Profound to mundane, your words are beautiful.

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  15. Karen17 March 2014 at 08:02

    You lulled me into the same sort of complacency and woke me with that last line! Powerful.

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  16. Steve King17 March 2014 at 13:53

    An interesting exercise in perspective: from the near to the far to the infinite. Nice ideas.
    Steve K.

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  17. Kerry O'Connor17 March 2014 at 16:49

    There is something extremely comforting in familiar surroundings, and even if we are dust, while we breathe, we take something from life.

    I so enjoyed the way you expressed this idea in your poem.

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  18. Susie Clevenger18 March 2014 at 17:01

    I love that such moments can help us forget we are mortal. beautiful

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  19. Margaret18 March 2014 at 22:37

    Truly sublime. Soft and comforting and full of hope even with the "dust" reference - which grounds the poem, makes us realize we can soar and dream unique paths even though we all share the same end.

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  20. Belva Rae Staples19 March 2014 at 19:58

    Simply beautiful!

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  21. Gillena Cox21 March 2014 at 08:09

    luv the mood, the effortless flow of words, makes me wish i were part of the wine, cheese and apple nibble

    much love...

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