light (too heavy)

the dust he wrote
was lighter
than a touch
from the breeze

it filled the page
mote by mote
like swirling
in a ray of fallen sunlight
dazzling through
the window

dance
his words could dance
for him
in rainbow colours
soft
as a blown breath

rain fell down
in the way rain
always will

the words grew heavy
caked with burden
dragging
slow

the rain fell down

dust into earth
earth
into mud

words
so
very
heavy

they danced no more

the sun returned
to bake the mud
good and hard
to hold the dust
to still
the delicate voice

hold the words

stasis

words in stasis
.
.
.
.
.

the dust he wrote
was lighter
than the kiss
of a passing breeze

~

Poem #547 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

2 thoughts on “light (too heavy)

    • đŸ™‚ Thank you, Cheryl. When I re-read this piece, I was quite taken with the ideas in it, as well.

      I tend to write and forget, so the occasion of posting gives me a chance to reacquaint with the work.

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