Dust

I read about a king today
You've never heard his name
It was in my dictionary
The son of a king and begat another
They ruled over Troy and Athens
all are long since dust
In a thousand years
The book will be dust too
But the universe measures time
In the millions and billions
All is dust

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Your poem distinctively points out that humans and our passing cares are but a speck in geologic time. This is the message I craved when hiking mountains in my youth . . . putting the silly crap in perspective after scaling some masterpiece measured in billions of years. This is the only reason I don't get too beaten up over all the stuff that's going haywire in today's world. Well-stated! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Samuel Dickens]

Yep. This is what I call "seeing the big picture". Dust in the wind, we surely are. Makes me think about earthly treasures and how superfluous they are.

[Papaya]

First off, thank you to Delmar for pointing me here.
Seems we all share a poem of the same name. :)
Dust has been that central theme in a few of mine.
If we were to close our eyes and imagine looking at the world from outside of it we would all appear so small and even our own timelines here from birth to death are mere blips in comparison to the life span of earth and our universe. Think about it in terms of the multiverse even. Mind blowing.

[T.S. Ulmus]

Thank you for your kind review and for reading my work. I went straight away to try to find your poem with the same name, but I couldn't find it. Give me a hint, I've always enjoyed reading your works.

[Papaya]

You're welcome. I always enjoy yours too.

[Delmar Cooper]

Lovely. I have something similar around here somewhere. If I find it I will post you the non-needlepoint version.

[emmajoy]

If you've learned one thing in the turning of pages, or the writing of what and why, then, surely not everything is dusty. We create own dust. its what we leave in our going here and there, in the flake of skin and in the realisation that dust is part of air, of life, of being. Tis a minute reminder that space is neither stagnant nor sterile. QED - same applies to time, universe et al. Perhaps.

[T.S. Ulmus]

The dust is part of life, the grime in the mirror is part of the image. A brilliant evaluation. We try to wipe away the dirt of life but the dirt is an essential part of life. Thank you for your words here, I also appreciate the generous use of Latin as I studied it for many years.

[emmajoy]

Forgotten a lot of Latin but.. amo, amas, amat and all that still remains.. and a few jokes in the same!

[T.S. Ulmus]

In girum Imus nocte et consumimur igni. At night we enter the circle and are consumed by fire. A Latin palindrome and a moth allegory. Post classical. There are so few people on this planet who can appreciate how cool that is.

[emmajoy]

Have almost forgotten how cool.. thank you! . Happy dawn to you, perhaps..

[Ankita Dwivedi]

Exactly,with the compass of time everything turns to dust all the victories and defeats.What is can't be erased forever is the legacy you leave behind .The legacy of truth or kindness or love .It lives on and on .A piece of art ,sir.

[Chris Shaw]

How true, everything becomes dust eventually. Kings in history books, though are likely to be remembered far longer than we are. Our time on earth is but fleeting. Here today gone tomorrow.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love this, T.S.
yes, eventually we will all be dust...the history books will be dust...
but the memories...hopefully will have enough solid substance to last...and be handed down for centuries.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

Wiping the Dust from our Eyes... we see more clearly... love more dearly. A thousand years from now the Rain will remember our Pain..
the children will run through Puddles of Time and Laughter will be heard among the Blue Bells. truly, Pat