Dust

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    Dust

    I’ll buy you ice cream, then I’ll scream

    That I’ve seen in my dream you and I try teaming up

    And it was a pairing made from a must.

     

    As we fought, you ran like you wanted to be caught,

    Thought I’d never find another, but the love that you taught

    Saved me from ruin and a life of lust.

     

    So thank you, you built me from dust.

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    MindNumbing commented on Dust

    10-14-2010

    The rhyme scheme in this is outstanding... this is such a refreshing, original write. You leave it open for the reader to decide if the relationship continues or if you've just grown enough to acknowledge that you are indebted to this person for the guidance that was given during a particular time in your life... nicely done, again :)
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    arronpalmer

    10/14/2010

    Again, you are spot on MN. This is a simple, happy poem about a happy time in my life where things were returning to a much-missed, simpler 'normal' following a traumatic relationship breakdown through the love of someone new slowly disapparating the fears I had started to grow over whether I was good enough after being left for another man. I was grateful to her as I feared I would turn to one-night stands, or "a life of lust", as a way of feeling wanted again. Simple, but glad you liked it :)

    Donyon commented on Dust

    06-25-2010

    Is this an allusion to something? I seems familiar, but I can't place it.
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    arronpalmer

    10/14/2010

    Nope, could be the use of 'ice cream' and 'I scream' that reminds you of something. Famous children's song has a similar line, but the likeness is entirely coincidental. I was just playing with fast-paced rhyme.

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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