This Goofy Project

Dust Mote # 15 — Poems & Notes, Saturday, May 14, 2022

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This goofy project —

poetry, quotes, science, sifting, verse, metaphor, repetition, hopelessness, jocularity, shifting boundaries and deep defiance —

entertains me
like a pair of two year old twins
who run through my studio laughing
as they flick away the floating dust like confetti

The tarot card “Dust” disintegrates in my hand becoming next to nothing.

A statue in Saint Petersburg of Russian poet “Anna Ahkmatova (1889–1966) Facing Jail.” As she wrote in one of her most celebrated poems “Requiem,”: “Husband in the grave, son jailed,/Please offer a prayer for me,” Photo Credit: angelius1979, CC BY-SA 3.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0>, via Wikimedia Commons

“Wild honey smells of freedom
The dust — of sunlight
The mouth of a young girl, like a violet
But gold — smells of nothing”
―Anna Ahkmatova, “Wild Honey Smells of Freedom”

Many sweeping questions about dust go unanswered. . .

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