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Nordic cloud
Nordic cloud
Mar 06, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

THOU DUST

 

Thou Dust

 

And the shadows covered my mind, their drapes moving slowly,

Revealing, concealing, moments in my past, some beautiful, some sad.

I, floating about like stirred dust, the dust of decisions made

And bonds broken, aimless now, as if finds new surfaces to rest on,

Or is caught by a sudden wind and whistled out into the unknown,

 

Hesitating in the warm sunbeams, to do its usual dance,

A dance with no choreography, a dance of chance directions

Over the map of our lives, the home, the country, familiar things,

To caress close to, the books of memories in the archives of history.

 

The dust that clogs the pores of plants, shades their breath, their thirst,

or covers all with dirt and makes the fine, the ugly, uniform;

All similar in colour and expression, shrouded in the stuff of ages, 

Those tomes of human endeavours rendered grey,

Until the youth of the next generation

Lifts up the covers and finds treasures of our past.

 

As being older, we look both backward and forward

Back to bask in wonders of youthful joy,

Forward with trepidation at future decay,

And ageing wistfully as the dust not yet defined, explained, understood,

The dust that’s always with us in life, in death, a part of all that is.

 

Those tiny particles that are made up of all that is,

Just as we ourselves are tiny particles of the universe,

We come and go,

Perhaps; 

We are here, we have always been here

Just like the dust.

 

“Dust to dust” So be it.


— Nordic cloud, Mar 06, 2010

About This Poem

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Region, Country: Oslo and Flatdal, Norway., NOR

Favorite Poets: Too daunting this.

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Seren

Seren

16 years 3 months ago

I am a whirling dervish in

I am a whirling dervish in your dust Dear Ann ... Bravo your bloody brilliant you just get better and better ... its about the craft in our art yes ? loved this one its my new favourite of yours big smiles Love and hugs Jayne-Chloe x x x
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 3 months ago

Whirling dervish indeed.

Whirling dervish indeed. First there is a mountain then there is no mountain then there is. ~ Donovan Much love Ann, you know that's what we are....and cosmic dust. ~A "If parents really would love their children there would no longer be any war." J. Krishnamurti
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magics02

16 years 3 months ago

Oh My Sweet Ann

This piece speaks volume, much volume. Your words they flow with their meanings of the dust in the lives and yes to return we shall dust to dust. This is a very poignant poem of yours, one I shall mantle by the fireside. WHen is the book coming out dear snow lady with a mind of pureness and a heart of silk, and a voice of an angel singing to the birds,,,just lovely here my friend, Bravo My Bella love magics xoxoxoxo
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 3 months ago

Unfinished pictures, just the edges of the whole

Ann of Norway On my dust rising and falling into the mind's eye with the regularity of no dying, no disappearing from this world. You say such lovely things to me, I nearly always feel that my thoughts that come like this are mere beginnings, unfinished pictures just the edges of the whole, and that they must be developed into greater theories of life in time. So when you seem to state that they have reached their aim, where then is the goading for continuing that theme, when already beside the door through which they entered my consciouness, are a hundred other thoughts, just clamouring for pride of place in this so full and muddled mind of mine. Thank you dear Jayne, kind Anna and sweet magic Mona, you are the sugar in my coffee.
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Orphani

16 years 3 months ago

In you is the flight of

In you is the flight of birds - both air and wing. In you is the texture of wind and the form of the bending grass. The music of a word, and the unfolded flowers at the awaited call of spring and dust shall be their food to root them into the new day.A masterpiece. B
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magics02

16 years 3 months ago

Nice one Snow lady

You always have such a calming sweet tone to your words of poetic mindset. Elimination of all vulgarities and your work always leaves me in a beautiful place. Such profound writes of yours that I come to treasure on a daily day. Just wonderful you are dearest lady Love, Your sweet magic Mona The sugar I send to thee xoxoxoxoxoxoo I love you Snow Lady of Norway Neoway and most complete Mona's way. Truly. A blessing of a star, you are,
xena465

xena465

16 years 3 months ago

You always fill us with

You always fill us with images to keep our minds afloat with wonder Ann...Lovely. Rosina xena465
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Patricia_legacy

16 years 3 months ago

dust to dust

We are all dust afterall. Loved your poem light and lovely. Pat
Seren

Seren

16 years 3 months ago

May the Ebb and flow of

May the Ebb and flow of spotlight brush you with its love dear one love and big hugs Jayne-Chloe x x x
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magics02

16 years 3 months ago

Ann Congrats on Spotlight

I know you do not need the spotlight for you are the Spotlight. This poem speaks volumes volumes dust to dust shall we return. This is so correct and the flow of your words, where and how you put your thughts together carefully orchestrating a wonderful write here by You lovely Snow Lady. Just a masterpiece to be rewarded from within. Love magics02 xoxoxoxo
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 3 months ago

Oh what a lovely comment dear magic Mona,

Ann of Norway Oh what a lovely comment dear magic Mona, you said it so well too, perhap you could create a poem about orchestration I think you could? Thank you, thankyou and all the others who have said such lovely things for me. Love to you and your environment of nature, all loved by me, Anna.
Race_9togo

Race_9togo

16 years 3 months ago

Anne

If you are going to "develop" this, then please do me a favor... Develop this by writing another, because this poem needs nothing else. Often, I find poems on Neopoet that I read, and say "Now that was a good poem." Sometimes, I find some poems that I bookmark, and say "Wow, that was great." And once in a great while, I find a piece of pure timeless delight that transports me to places evocative, emotionally transcendent, and filled with a wealth of absolutely beautiful imagery and meaning. A work of art that almost leaves me speechless. Guess, Anne of Norway, which of these three I found today, in your poem. Respectfully Jim "Laws and rules don't kill freedom: narrow-minded intolerance does" : Race
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 3 months ago

Communication through poetry gives life a whole new dimension

Ann of Norway You race 9togo, have raced into the dust and taken on another shape and meaning, how can one respond to SUCH a comment? You are like a most beautiful vision rising out above the blue frost mist that hangs here in the valley above Oslo right now, you loom. And there you write such words in the sky with your cloud of dust that I swoon (well it rhymed!!) I didn't swoon although I was very flattered but most of all pleased that you could feel and float with my thoughts so well, that is worth more than a thousand spotlights is it not? The possibility of communication through poetry gives life a whole new dimension of meaning, and one senses instead of pain and hurt, a latent joy, that blooms through the dust of dilemmas. You are such a bloom-now that rhymes too!!! I see you are a man with horns and protect your woods with great calm and grace, I admire that too, as in nature we have such magical wonders. I thank you profusely for your most wonderful comment and will in no way develop this poem, as you say, instead create a new one, or ten new ones on the same theme should the idea crystallise into those thoughts. THANK YOU or sharing my poem with me and great respect for you from this old dame in the snow. AND last but not least I thank ALL here you are stalwart friends and I would not have had such a rich retirement without your gems of poetry and kind feelings of regard towards me, I feel a bit 'prektig' or hifalutin so had better return to terra firma and say love to you all, all, all ann.
Race_9togo

Race_9togo

16 years 3 months ago

Jayne

It means "Right back at you, fjord woman". "dumb blond"? Now THAT'S some funny shit, you being a dumb blond! Not even in the next century, let alone this one! LMAO Respectfully Jim "Laws and rules don't kill freedom: narrow-minded intolerance does" : Race
seabhac

seabhac

16 years 3 months ago

A reality poem

Beautiful,sobering filigree in its delicate tracings of life and death and all that we are. Clever, clever lady Seabhac
Geremia

Geremia

16 years 3 months ago

Wonderful

Wonderful and exquisite poetry, Annuccia, my dear friend. Such a gift! I will miss you all on Neopoeots. May be back some day .Have been too ill. Love and good wishes to you and all of my dear friends and "family" here. Il Longobardolino....
Seren

Seren

16 years 3 months ago

eyes shall not dry till your

eyes shall not dry till your return Joe ... your going to be missed you get yourself well you hear me (hugs) and much love Jayne-Chloe x x x
xena465

xena465

16 years 3 months ago

Just thought I’d pop back

Just thought I'd pop back to congratulate you on the SPOTLIGHT. Rosina xena465
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pamela

16 years 3 months ago

lovely

D. A, It is very touching. You have a way with line. P.
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lyz

16 years 3 months ago

Bravo

Once again you have written something marvelous. An amazing write and I cannot add much more than your entourage already has. Well done. Love Lyz. XX
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Zara

16 years 2 months ago

This is beautiful :) Its one

This is beautiful :) Its one of those poems that, unlike other poems, you continue to think about after you've read it. Some of the concepts are magnificent and despite the large amount of different themes in there it flows really nicely :) x