Sunday, January 13, 2013

Is it dust

is it dust
she tries to wipe away
with that small cloth?
how her feet shuffle
through a world we can't see

A Hundred Gourds, 1:4, Sept. 2012

photo copyright of Robert Curtis



4 comments:

  1. Janet, this is so poignant & sad! Anyone who has ever cared for the very old can relate to this one--although, in the volumes it leaves unsaid, it could apply to many situations. Very moving.

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  2. Glad this poem works for you!
    Sad (and frustrating at times for all), that world. But in another way, perhaps not so sad, because it just "is" (and no less "real" than other worlds). And then we find peace?
    Anyway, thanks for your thought-provoking comments, as always.

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  3. So much said in this poem, wonderful depiction of caring for another and the sadness of someone being in a place others can't fully understand. Very moving.

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  4. Thanks for posting, Lisa. Your comments mean a lot to me.

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