Saturday, February 2, 2013
I like to write in the settled dust.
It lies so still, the way memories
rest on my chest and weigh me down,
layered particles of darkness, shadows
in cellular decomposition that evolve
My finger designs positivity, as words shove through
unenlightened specks, accumulated
like tiny feathers falling in slow motion
one atop the other. Not all are heavy
but after time, they grow into visible ugly mounds.
I like to see when words make paths, allowing
light's caress to zigzag making streaks within
the flecks of time.
Most of all, I like the surface to shine,
after a vigorous cleansing swipe that makes
the dust and the words disappear.
(Submitted to Dverse Poets where we're prompted to write about light and shadows.)