Journey Into Dust
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Loading ...By gaunt house shells gathered,
For gaudy facades long awaited.
No more football boots there to lace,
Nor eager feet between cow pats pace.
Cattle gone from fields no longer over,
A harvest now of houses most does cover.
A line of mighty beeches are left in one space,
Brambles and berries gone from all the place.
Into the dust on concrete gathered,
Footfalls slow and dreamy treaded.
Dark earth gone without a trace,
Across a no man’s land I set my face.
Imagined journey through shifting sand,
No destination was known to be at hand.
Dust devils filled the mark of each pace
And erase all sign of the path I did grace.
This youthful dream-time journey into dust.
Forewarned of a journey that is a must.
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A splendid poem, Gion, Liked it.
Imagined journey through shifting sand,
No destination was known to be at hand.
Dust devils filled the mark of each pace
And erase all sign of the path I did grace.
This youthful dream-time journey into dust.
Forewarned of a journey that is a must.
Beautiful lines. Seem to hint at the eventual and final journey all must undertake – from dust to dust. Superb!
Gion a mind blowing superb poem! These liens are simply brilliant :
This youthful dream-time journey into dust.
Forewarned of a journey that is a must.
Whenever possible I buy blank greeting cards and write my own messages. It always feels good to create from my heart. I believe poetry is all around, in every thing and action and spontaneous speech. Renewed by the human spirit's appreciation of beauty and goodness. There is no unchanging standard that can reside in perfection in books rarely read.
I am a husband and father of 2. Starting to write down before forgetting.
Know what I like when I've read it, trying to get to grips with photography.
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Imagined journey through shifting sand,
loved it
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