Small re-locations reveal borders
Dust thick upon the mantle
My dust
Your dust
Road dust
the universe converging
amidst candlesticks and glass birds
settling on the surface
of my listlessness.
Small re-locations reveal borders
Dust thick upon the mantle
My dust
Your dust
Road dust
the universe converging
amidst candlesticks and glass birds
settling on the surface
of my listlessness.
All knick-knack shelves should be above eye level !
lol Good advice.
Dust and listlessness- symbols of imprisonment.
Imprisonment. Hmm. I was thinking more about laziness.
Listless, inviting dust. I like this analogy. It may accumulate with time, but time also may be what you need, providing distractions, and perhaps a breath of fresh air to clear the cobwebs.
🙂
Lovely poem!
Thanks, Michele
You’ve read my mind…
😉