Monday, June 6, 2011


This is an older poem that I recently revised. I might have posted the older version before; however, I like the flow of this version. I wasn't sure this eyeball would find a place within my poem but oddly enough I kind of like it paired with this piece. The eye after all is one of the minds ways of receiving memory.

Magpie Tales

Dust settles everywhere
It clings to us
Reminding us of the life moving beyond our walls
All our little trinkets collect
Hiding their shiny self beneath

It moves in with alacrity
And returns with frequency
No polishes will ever conquer it
For it sneaks back when no one is looking

Even contained we keep its host
For it bares memory


Tess Kincaid said...

Yes, it sneaks back when no one is looking. I think the image pairs perfectly with your piece. Nice write, my friend.

Friko said...

The dust moe in your eye?

Yes, it goes well with the image.

Friko said...

mote, that should be.

Helen said...

Dust in our eyes, many forms of dust cloud our vision. I enjoyed this.

Mary said...

Good link with the dust and memory. It's a thoughtful post.

Christine said...

and how it burns the eyes too, those cruel windy days, very nice.

EcoGrrl said...

your poetry is lovely...with no need for explanation...however it inspires you, put it into words...i think the best magpies are the ones that are not literal interpretations :)

Grammy said...

I found a bit of pleasure in lack of things to hold the dust. I learned from a fire in our old home not to place value on any thing material. As some things can not be replaced. And I have not unpacked any thing that I do not need to get by since we moved here 6 years ago. So I do not really have much to dust. And that is kind nice. Thank for stopping by. :) Have a great week. I really enjoyed your poem very much. And do remember the old memory's.

Lyn said...

The memory in dust...I like this very much..and we end in dust..with memories?

thingy said...

Your poem works very well with the image. : )

Brigid said...

A really thought provoking post, an excellent Magpie.

Kathe W. said...

brilliant poem-

Ann Grenier said...

I have pollen everywhere right now and it does irritate the eyes. perfect poem for me today, great take on the prompt.

Olivia said...

Dust settles everywhere
It clings to us..

A very insightful statement of fact! I am now thinking; how the pollen grains make us their home wherever we go.. reflecting upon their color, giving out a story!

A very beautiful simile..
Hugs xox

HyperCRYPTICal said...

I really like this.

Anna :o]

Tumblewords: said...

Excellent - life is a lot about dust, for sure.

Glenn Buttkus said...

Great piece, and it swept
us into the abstract avenue,
that place were poets frequent;
put me in mind of Kansas
and the Depression, and
the fact that dust, like our
shadows, are perennial

mindlovemisery said...

I agree the flow is amazing and the poem is truly beautiful

Kristen Haskell said...

Thank you all for your kind comments.

Bee's Blog said...

Great piece of writing.

Lydia said...

I think your poem is great with the eye, which is, after all, some sort of (weird) nik-nak that would require.......being dusted!