Today at Poetry Jam, the challenge is to "write a 'If I were' poem. Feel
free to be whoever or whatever you’d like to be. What would you do? How
would you feel?"
Did You Ever Feel Like Dirt?
i am
the salt
the dust brought back
the ashes returned
deep i am
giving life
accepting death
hands sift
roots permeate
rocks tumble and
crumble
becoming
grower
and salter
and duster
ashes
of all
the world
i am
©Donna JT Smith
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Ah, eventually everything, no matter what, does return to ashes. No avoiding it! Smiles.
ReplyDeleteInevitable, and so we all become a part of the earth.
DeletePain and commitment and the paradox of life. This works on so many levels. Great piece.
ReplyDeleteI like when you can get more than one thing out of a piece. I don't often do that.
Deletegiving life and accepting death...one of the greater challenges in this world...
ReplyDeletei try to be the salt...smiles.
The preserver and enhancer of life.
Deletea time worn cliche, with all the realism of everyday disappointments, well done
ReplyDeletehave a good Wednesday
much love...
The cliche came after the poem - seemed to fit! Thanks for visiting!
DeleteTrue but a little grim. I guess we can try to add a bit of salt to the world rather than focus on the dust and ashes.
ReplyDeleteI hadn't intended to be grim, but I can see how it might read that way. I was going more for grime than grim - lol!
DeleteInteresting. I would not have thought of being dirt. Neat.
ReplyDeleteCould have gone a different way with it - like mud? Thanks for dropping in!
DeleteI like this. Makes me think of the beginning and the end - life and death, dust to dust. And we all have a good amount of salt in between, I hope.
ReplyDeleteSalt - a powerful enhancer! Thanks for stopping in, Myrna!
DeleteI can read it several ways, Donna, for meaning, & actually it's a reverso poem, too. Terrific.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Linda! Hope you had a nice writing time! Someday I am going to do one of those workshop/retreats. Sounds like fun.
DeleteClever to reverse the poem. In the scheme of things we will all end up as dust. So what matters is how much happiness and love we can give to others otherwise there is no point to being alive ...
ReplyDeleteAh, yes, salted well with happiness and love!
DeleteSome days I feel like nobody in the city, smiles ~ Of course someday we will all be dust and ash on this earth ~
ReplyDeleteWe contribute what we can while we are here... Thanks for reading!
DeleteAshes to ashes. A very thoughtful and thought provoking piece, Donna.
ReplyDeleteSo many parts to the earth...including ourselves. Thanks for stopping by!
DeleteAccepting death...ahh that is so hard. But then, there is new life after it. I like your take.
ReplyDeleteThis is a powerful memento mori for all of us. Like ++++
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