Just Dust


 

Once
I blocked the sun
shaded everyone
now
but a shadow

once
my voice
shook the ground
now
gentler sound

once
fair of face
strength and grace
but not strength
to halt the chisel
of tenacious time

my beautiful prime
now
just
sculpted dust

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rob kistner © 2021

Poetry at: dVerse

 

34 thoughts on “Just Dust”

  1. Life can be a bitch, then you die–to transfer to what? Excellent quadrille with gentle rhyming and well earned wisdom. So many after life scenarios to choose from. I opt toward New Age & Zen, hope that pierces the veil.

    1. I have no damned idea precisely what is next — but I am most certain it ain’t heaven/hell. Whatever underlies existence is far more complex than that B/W bullshit.

  2. ‘Once my voice shook the ground’ , I can see you singing in your band in your younger years. I am sure the vibrations shook the room. Time has a way of changing ones voice but, through the pen one is still able to shake, rattle and roll.

    A reflective piece ,perhaps, the chiseling redefines a person, after-all, true art is always a work in progress.

    How are you my friend?

  3. You knocked it right! But it is not just comparison. The ‘now’ incorporates the wisdom brought by experience absent in the ‘before’. We are now blessed in an environment all the more richer to face up to challenges. Good thoughts, Rob!

    Hank

  4. “The chisel of tenacious time,” “sculpted dust”: aging ain’t easy, is it? I have banished sunlight from any selfies I may take. Beautifully written, Rob.
    pax,
    dora

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