Dust

Cherry

By marandina

Mon, 09 Feb 2026
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8 comments
 

Dust 

A breeze blows

moving dust,

sepia-stained

monochrome rain,

through empty rooms.

 

Ethereal melodies,

wind chimes

for lost souls,

songs audible

only in stillness.

 

At first divergent,

tributaries converge;

confluence of

tenebrous times,

river of memories.

 

Stowed whisky

dulls the pain,

in quiescence

I try to forget

yet still remember

 

You.

 

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Certificate PG
Poem
Miscellaneous Poems
Spiritual

Comments

Submitted by insertponceyfre... on

great imagery in this one Marandina - well done

 

Submitted by marandina on

Oh thanks for reading and the cherries, insert.

This one's been written for a while. I nearly posted a version that has no punctuation but got cold feet. Dunno why.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

The metaphorical symbols of the moving dust and Ethereal melodies are so haunting. You've captured melancholy thoughts and memories perfectly in this poem Paul.

Jenny. 

 

Submitted by marandina on

Thanks for reading it, Jenny.

That's what I was going for so made up that it landed :)

 

Submitted by celticman on

to dust and dust you will return. that's what the priest said when he rubbed ashes on our forehead in the sign of the cross. 

You

remember. 

 

Submitted by marandina on

Thanks for reading as always, CM. Much appreciated. Yeah...ashes to ashes as Bowie sang (great video, that one)

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Intereseting imagery.

Memories can be sweet, or bitter-sweet, poignant or sad. 

Can be benefit from memories, a thankfulness, a prayer for someone, a  learning, helping non-repetitioin of impatience or unkindness …  Rhiannon

 

Submitted by marandina on

Thanks very much for reading, Rhiannon. Memories can be all of those things.