Saturday, February 2, 2013
CLEANSING MEMOIR
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
in distortion.
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.)
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i like the in the moment feel of this...the writing in the dust, how the words gain weight, make paths and then, the wiping both away..dust and words..getting a new view after having written the things off the soul..nice..you make the abstract very visible with this...
ReplyDeletethe way memories
ReplyDeleterest on my chest...nice...true...the decomposition caught my attention as well myrna...nice release as well to wiping the dust off...as well as the words....nice verse ma'am
I like the turn towards making the words shine, without dust and darkness ~ To make paths, powerful metaphor here ~
ReplyDeleteNice to see you Myrna ~
There is definitely something about writing and mounds and the refreshment of the soul. Your imagery is very vivid. k.
ReplyDeleteLovely poetry here, Myrna. Love the vision of writing in the settled dust....and also seeing the words make paths. But ha, I would rather the words not disappear with the dust. Smiles.
ReplyDelete...very uplifting read Myrna... wordly wise from beginning to end...i like in particular your last stanza and your end with dust & words disappear... excellent... smiles...
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful, Myrna. I especially like:
ReplyDeleteI like to see when words make paths, allowing
light's caress to zigzag making streaks within
the flecks of time.
lovely way to describe a cleansing of the soul...or "spring cleaning" if you will,,,again, the light being the source of inspiration;)
ReplyDeleteWonderful word play in this. Nicely done!
ReplyDeleteThis is a fabulous image!
ReplyDeleteThis is superb! love the ending with the dust paths polished away ... brilliant metaphor!
ReplyDeleteWriting in the dust and the heaviness on one's chest are what spoke to me too, Myrna........love the wiping away of dust and words at the end.......intriguing topic.
ReplyDeleteNow, why can't my fingers do that positivity thing? I do like this.
ReplyDeletei like the sense of how the light zigzags
ReplyDeletehades gate
so many wonderful lines! my favorite ~
ReplyDelete"I like to see when words make paths, allowing
light's caress to zigzag making streaks within
the flecks of time."
just superb writing!
♥
when i was young i had an epiphany that dust was nature returning to stark human spaces, proof that ecology could return into even rooms without windows
ReplyDeleteMy friend,
ReplyDeleteI know quite well that you are very talented and writes from the heart. You had my attention here.