In rust and dust we must trust

Though the luster’s gone

We carry on

Author's Note

I thought of a poem that was as short as its title. Although not as short as the poem Fleas “Adam had em” it is still probably my shortest. Here the title is integral to the poem itself and goes deeper than the surface

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

I read your author's note and I think you did a great justice to minimalism and the integral, working title does just what you wanted .. at least for me. The wheel turns. It is inevitable ... I try my best to keep moving as long and as much as I can ... putting off the rusting until I am in the ground .. then let it be my container that rusts. ;) Very much enjoyed your poem and the inspiring thought beneath it.
E.

[Soren]

Thank you, Einstein for your review and most kind remarks

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

As an elderly man near those twilight years I can empathize with these words. Very identifiable and a bit of bittersweet melancholy. I like this poem a lot. CLE

[Soren]

Carlos thanks for looking at this short piece. I too am getting up in years and that might be why this came to me, Thank you so much for your kind words

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Wishing you the best in this new year soren. May it inspire you to more great work.

[Soren]

The same for you Carlos. I deeply miss your writing that I consider some of the best on this site. I am digging through some of your older poems, to see if there are some that I have not read.

[John the Baptist]

This is especially true of cars and marriages.

[Soren]

Thank you John, so true time takes its toll.

[JD Major]

I am totally jealous, Soren! You nailed it, Good one!
...and I thought my pieces were brief :)

[Soren]

Thanks JD for the review

[willweb]

That is certainly true for me, I just wonder how long I will carry on (though I am a wayward son, so there is that)

[Soren]

Will thank for the review. We are all wayward sons in one way or another. One step at a time we move toward eternity.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

life seems endless and so exciting when we are young...but as our body rusts and our mind gathers dust, we simply keep existing, somehow.
j.

[Soren]

Thank you Jacob for the review and comment. Yes you are so right age takes its toll.

[Chris Shaw]

I pondered on this piece of profound brevity and found myself agreeing. The shine can certainly be taken from life at times. Often we are left with the rust or even worse the dust. You could say this is a cradle to grave poem. Loved it Soren.

Chris

[Soren]

Thank you Chris for your taking your time to ponder on this bit of dust. We will continue on.