Dust
DUST
So much, oh so much
Sits here on the shelf
Mainly gathering dust now
We gathered so much
For we were earning so much
Neither driving nor drinking
Let us buy music we thought
Not only does it move the heart
But is still around in the morning
Uninvited years now come and gone
Leave no one left to blame for that
Least of all all this clogging dust
Posted on July 8, 2018, in Poetry and tagged Age, Ageing, Life, Love, Memory, Music, Regret, Time. Bookmark the permalink. 23 Comments.
Music stays with us. So true. My best to you guys, Ben. Hugs.
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Thank you kindly, Ms. A.
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Eloquently written, Ben, and it resonates with me.
(Synchronicity – this morning I was thinking about ashes, writing a poem in my head, and then my thoughts inevitably turned to the subject of dust. And awhile later, here was your poem!)
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Ah – one of many posts I missed during that time. Thanks for the link, Ben.
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I thought it might add some more depth and context to “Dust” for you..
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That it did! 😊
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P.S. how’re you doing, Ben?
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Thanks for asking, Betty. I am trying to find time to e-mail you, Tom and Ethel, with an update on Margaret’s progress.
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Hope you get a chance to email, Ben, but if you don’t, my thoughts are still with you and Margaret – every day.
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Appreciated, Betty.
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A poignant poem, Ben. Thinking of you both…
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Thank you, Lauren. Her daughter took me to the hospice yesterday.
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If you need someone to listen, I’m an email away.
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That’s very kind of you, Lauren. I will keep it in mind.
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Oddly, like Betty, I too had started a poem about dust and ashes, prompted by ‘fear in a handful of dust’ and wondering why ‘fear’? I suppose it is the deadness of dust – thank goodness for music!
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Yes, it can be a great source of solace.
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Music stirs so much more than memories, our own emotions laced with the art, evident even beneath the dust.
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Music is a gymnasium for the emotions.
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The challenge being in a balanced approach.
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Balance encompasses all extremes
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That it does.
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🙂
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