Friday, August 16, 2013

Begins and Ends in Dust

 


Begins and Ends in Dust


This is the door
I stand before:
The entry, ivy and rust,

Hinge that groans,
Wood that moans,
Step that is covered in dust.

This is the door
I stand before:
Heart that stills with trust,

Body that groans,
Mouth that moans,
Hands that are speckled with rust.

This is the way
I go today:
The way that all men must.

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18 comments:

  1. Brian MillerAugust 16, 2013 at 11:35 PM

    yes, we must all eventually...and in the mean time make sure we enjoy the journey

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  2. The BugAugust 17, 2013 at 2:10 PM

    I like this poetic style a lot.

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  3. The UnknowngnomeAugust 18, 2013 at 1:28 AM

    Perfect!

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  4. Kerry O'ConnorAugust 19, 2013 at 11:43 AM

    I love the form you have used, and the sound of the single syllable rhymes is most striking.

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  5. Sherry Blue SkyAugust 19, 2013 at 12:44 PM

    I especially like "heart that stills with trust". This is a lovely lilting poem, lovely to read.

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  6. gabrielleAugust 19, 2013 at 1:27 PM

    The same line stands out for me "heart that stills with trust". You evoke a beautiful depth of acceptance with your deft use of repetition and rhyme.

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  7. Vandana SharmaAugust 19, 2013 at 2:04 PM

    :) nice poem and i like the rhyming!!

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  8. SusanAugust 19, 2013 at 4:10 PM

    dust
    rust
    dust
    trust
    rust
    must
    Love the two pivots: trust and must .... The rhyming in your poem keeps death in the realm of normalcy, like opening a door and stepping in.

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  9. grapelingAugust 19, 2013 at 4:42 PM

    A chant and marching song, nearly. Well penned. ~ M

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  10. Susie ClevengerAugust 19, 2013 at 5:37 PM

    A unique view of the passage we all must make. Beautiful piece!

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  11. HerotomostAugust 19, 2013 at 6:44 PM

    That had the patter of little puppy feet. What a pleasant rhyme scheme, made it flow so nice and easy. And in truths....it is the ultimate truth of where it starts and ends. Haven't been by in a while...it is definitely my loss.

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  12. Kay L. DaviesAugust 19, 2013 at 9:44 PM

    Beautifully done, Karen. There's something of the old poets in it, but I can't quite think which one. It could be Kipling...the way you have used rhyme and a marching rhythm. I love it. This is one I want to read again and again.
    K

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  13. TCPCAugust 20, 2013 at 6:36 AM

    Sans choice embark on the journey. Love the tone of determination in this! marching on moving on

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  14. AnonymousAugust 20, 2013 at 6:07 PM

    Karen, I'm so glad you linked this at Real Toads. The rhythm of this flowed beautifully. The dust and rust, oh my, evocative. And it's true: We all get to that final door eventually. It's what we do on the way that matters... Amy

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  15. the walking manAugust 22, 2013 at 8:48 AM

    Aye. And it looks like a door that would keep you out until you have the courage to go through it.

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  16. Kat MortensenAugust 23, 2013 at 1:04 PM

    Careful, rhyme is very addictive! I love it!

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  17. NaquillitySeptember 10, 2013 at 9:11 PM

    oh my... that door is beautiful. i'd stand before it anytime. the rhyme is delightful. very nice. hope all is well.

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  18. JinksyDecember 16, 2013 at 8:39 AM

    These words brought tears to my eyes because of their beauty. Your writing is magic...

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