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Dust and Sensibility

Some of them wanted to be here but couldn't stay,
or no longer wanted to endure - the hardest kind.

All cinders now for the grateful trees and the cerulean sea.
I left ashes of them in the sand by the shore,

or near the Redwood trees. And some in the waves.
I don't resent these things when they surround me.
This is where I speak with the dust now.

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Region, Country: San Francisco Bay Area - USA, USA

Favorite Poets: Bukowski, Billy Collins, Ted Kooser, Haiku & Harvey Kurtzman (a visual poet, of sorts)

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Geezer

Geezer

1 month 2 weeks ago

This piece...

 puts me in mind of someone who is resigned to dispersing the remains of friends/family. I was struck by the remark that "I don't resent these things when they surround me". Doesn't sound like a good place, maybe you should get up out of that obligation or enlist the help of another? Made me feel... ~ Geez.
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Michael Anthony

Michael Anthony

1 month 1 week ago

Thanks, Geez. I was trying…

Thanks, Geez. I was trying to convey that I had made peace with the loss of loved ones, with the "I don't resent... line. Always appreciate your thoughtful comments.