Written for:  The Twiglets #52 – “endless dust”

The years go by collecting endless dust

Endless dustballs gather in corners–

endless dustups between spouses

Age wallows in endless dust
of the past.



About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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4 Responses to dust

  1. Misky says:

    “dustups” — clever. I’ve not heard that term in years.

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  2. wildchild47 says:

    wow – this is refreshing – simple lines, etched with precision, the sum of which, each in their differences, completes the other, creating the whole. No dust bunnies hiding in these pages!


  3. julespaige says:

    Dust Devils in Arizona and such climates are interesting to see.
    Mini funnels of sand and dust.

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