DUST

DUST

The dust has settled in a thin layer
Fine at least in its tiny particle size
But not fine, as it indicates neglect
Almost white with a touch of grey
Speckled with miniscule dark spots
So ignorant of the effect it creates
Yet despite it all, more will accrue
Unless and until, breezes may blow
That will disturb the localised air
And nasal passages too, in a sneeze
Accidental, yet showing contempt
For all that lies there, merely as dirt
Found in crevices and on surfaces
Whether disturbed or otherwise
Can still persist, but in its own time
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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La France Avatar
October 1, 2024 at 6:53 AM
Howard, congratulations on your win in my Imagism contest, lovely poem, Constance
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September 28, 2024 at 12:45 PM
Hello Howard dusting furniture is a losing battle. As soon it is dusted the dust returns. It is a battle to get rid of the dust. Enjoy your weekend. my friend. /Darlene/
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