Your Dust, in a Poem

Hello friends, hello June. It is hard to believe we are almost halfway through the year. It is flying by!

This is christyb saying, I hope you take time to dust yourself off for summer.

Dust Storm

Dust Storm (Photo credit: expom2uk)

Your Dust

You have dust on your knuckles,
In my dreams.
I am glad,
As your knuckles were not friends with
The glass laid on top of the photo.
You do not restΒ around my frame anymore.

You have white pebbles in your hair,
As I dream while awake.
I hope the stones infiltrate your mind and
Block out your negative tendencies.

I close my eyes,
Like you closed our intersection, and
Hope you have developed an understanding of
The strength of your hands.

I carry no pity for myself and
Understand that you have no concept of
What it meant to crush your mind into
My sense of self.
The unbalanced scale was built by
Your fist, and
Your fist shattered glass in the bedroom that night.

Β©2013 Christy Birmingham

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52 thoughts on “Your Dust, in a Poem

  1. Janine Huldie

    Oh so happy it is June and truly love this time of the year. Hope it doesn’t go as quickly as the rest of the year and want to take the time to enjoy it. Hope you are having a great weekend so far!!

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  2. rollyachabot

    Hi Christy… Man has no concept of the aftermath of his anger…Your words hopefully resound in those who would choose this route…. Know that your are dearly loved and cherished…

    Hugs and Blessings from Alberta

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    1. Christy Birmingham Post author

      I hope, Rolly, that with education more people understand the unseen effects of anger on others.. it is damaging emotionally, among other ways.. Thank-you for the love and sending blessings right back to you.

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  3. Eric Alagan

    During my 4 years in the police force – many many years ago – spent many nights handling domestic violence cases. Broken bodies, shattered families – terrible.

    Even now, when I recall some cases – I cringe with shame for man’s brutality.

    Peace,
    Eric

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  4. Roxi St. Clair

    A powerful poem my friend. More powerful than the clenched fist you write of. The flesh eventually falls and dies and the memories fade…. but the words carry on a strength about them that defies the past, lives in the future, and also has the potential to help others going through the same path. Hugs to you dear poet. xxx

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  5. filbio

    Powerful poem! Can’t believe it is June and halfway through the year already! Christmas ads will be starting soon!

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  6. pictimilitude

    I hope you’ll make an anthology of these poems and that you do poetry readings. I think it would be amazing to hear you recite this while drinking coffee at my favorite hometown bookstore…and get your autograph! πŸ˜‰

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  7. penpusherpen

    It is hard to believe we’re into June Christy, time flies by so fast. (usually when you don’t want it too) … and lack of control, anger wise, can be very frightening, and you’ve captured this so well.. xPenx

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  8. Aquileana

    Christy;

    I find it interesting that you speak of dust in a sense you have to see that with the passage of time (You have white pebbles in your hai / As I dream while awake, for me an image that decribes the past).
    This is a classic sense, “Dust in the Wind” is the passage of time as the Kansas song Dust in the Wind.

    Dust might be also related to death (dust we came and to dust we go)

    “Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth into dust; the dust is earth, of earth we make loam, and why of that loam whereto he was converted might they not stop a beer barrel?” (William Shakespeare. “Hamlet”. Act V, scene i).

    On the other hand, the idea of dust could be associated with a situation of violence (You have dust on your knuckles / In my dream / I am glad.).

    This is the interpretation leads us to Eric Alagan point of view (settled on his comment above)

    And in both, it always you establish a contrast between the characters (You and him) l.

    I find this poem very sugestive: Meanings and interpretation can be both plural, because the symbols are equivocal and this turns them more rich in sense and also dynamic in meaning

    Christy, this is a high quaIity poem….

    I would like to know your general interpretation someday and if I got it right at some point…

    Up soon, my friend;

    Aquileana πŸ™‚

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    1. Christy Birmingham Post author

      Hello my friend,
      Thank-you for stopping by to read and comment in your thoughtful way! For me, dust is a metaphor for time. The dust settles on the relationship and my images of ‘him’. As well, I dust myself off from the memories by writing about them. I like your interpretations as we really are all ‘dust in the wind’…

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  9. tessa

    Your words tell of a terrible relationship filled with awful occurrences. So glad you are where you are now, amongst people who treasure you and treat you with tender love. Don’t look back, but continue to step forward to brighter times. Big HUGS!

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  10. Rachael 'Honest' Blair

    I’m not sure ‘like’ is the right response! If you see what I mean… Powerful words, Christy, especially:

    ‘Understand that you have no concept of
    What it meant to crush your mind into
    My sense of self.’

    And such forgiveness. Time does heal, doesn’t it? Thanks for sharing.

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