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Ingrid Showalter Swift | + Follow Poet |
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Star Dust

I promised to formulate a poem of beauty and joy
Out of this clay filled box...

But all I see is the ashed earth of it 
the texture of its brownness and reddishness

Like his skin it looks so cinnamony

Smooth
Like it would taste good
Though we both know it will not

I can drill a finger hole into the center of it and
now it is a square box ...with a round hole

 I do not fit nicely into either shape

as I am star dust and must just keep blowing around all the time

Copyright © Ingrid Showalter Swift | Year Posted 2013

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Debbie Duncan Date: 3/30/2014 2:20:00 AM Love the stardust , no, you do not need to be edited . I was told about that " seen' sounds better as a "saw" Though I hope you liked it ;) Login to Reply Ingrid Showalter Swift Date: 3/30/2014 8:45:00 AM Oh Debbie! I loved the poem! Sad I did not express that!

Monterey Sirak Date: 12/21/2013 7:34:00 AM Nice one! I like how it started with texture and taste and ended abstract dust blowing. Login to Reply Ingrid Showalter Swift Date: 3/30/2014 9:10:00 AM Thank you Monterey!