I see the dust lining the edge of this monitor and remember the cause (mostly) of the dead skin cells that are shed every day. Ah, that science class so very long ago.
Could it be that memories are like dust we leave behind?
Could the phrase, “they left in a cloud of dust” mean more that what is kicked up from the dirt road as someone hurriedly leaves our presence? Well, my presence, at least. The dust is still there, lingering, drifting, waiting for the “dust to settle.”
The dust we leave behind.
Sunbeams that fill the dimly lit room, watching the floating collisions in space, drifting in and out of sight. In and out of memory. Those thoughts - those words that hang in the air. Drift into the sunlight. Drift into the foreground of remembrances.
Drift as dust we leave behind.
Is it all so much madness that we polish and clean, wash and sanitize, vacuum and wipe, all to remove the reminders – that dust – that returns to tease, to torment, to torture?
Time now to snap the rag. Release the dust to the wind. Empty the vacuum bag. The vain effort knowing that the dust returns again someday – maybe today – the cycle never ends.
To remove the dust we leave behind.
Linked to Poets and Storytellers United, Friday Writings #37: Stay Happy and Alive
There's no doubt about it … the dust IS us and you speculate about this so compellingly.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Penelope. Hard to get rid of it sometimes.
DeleteDust as memory sounds very interesting. It makes me wonder if like dust, memory would just return if we choose to get rid of it. Memory is clingy... like dust.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Magaly. It hangs around, hard to get rid of... kind of a bad memory or the relative that no one likes
DeleteFascinating reflections, which drew me right in.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Rosemary. This may not be the end of it
Delete"Could it be that memories are like dust we leave behind?". Intriguing.
ReplyDeleteThe battle with dust is never ending. We are always scratching off skin cells, insects die, fossil fuel is burnt...
The image of dust floating in the sunbeams like words hanging in the air, like memory drifting in and out...works excellently. Also, have posted more from the series I was writing - they're all at seventyseveneast.wordpress.com if you want to check them out.. thanks!!
ReplyDeleteLOL...sounds as if you are not overly fond of housework....
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