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Mar 27, 2011
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Flicking Dust
.
little worlds
spinning
gyrating
dancing?
in the sun
to what music
do they dance?
swaying
and swirling
across the beams
ever so lightly
there must be music!
tiny indescernable bands
or mariachis, maybe?
unimpressed with my presence
or disruptive sigh
they waltz on and on and on
unperturbed
I watch
I wish I could hear their song
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Roscoe Lane
14 years 3 months ago
We are,
We are here but where is here when compared in our universe, maybe the size of dust being flicked. A very thought provoking poem, well writen which makes we wan't music for as long as i'm here.Regards Roscoe.
vexations10
14 years 3 months ago
As Roscoe said
thought provoking poem. I question the question marks. Not sure I undertand the use of the first one.