Weight of age rests on shoulders of a rusted cage when removed does display
Dirt in a painted shirt, a sequined gown a skirt hung on a hook of clay
A woman in dust held together by must, her and the man the same
Remnants, once a man that years outran return to from where they came
A human crust, just dust of disgust, the cost of time to pay
Broken frame of shame, a forgotten name just to sweep away
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
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- Published: September 11th, 2025 03:12
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Dust being the word of this day, so very dignified my dear sorrenbarrett, a poem of great significance. Kudos on your poetic talents. 🌹
Thank you my friend for your continued support and encouragement. Your read of this piece is most appreciated as always
Outstanding verses !
I thank you humbly for your review and most kind words of encouragement
You are most welcome !
Godo write SB. My own version of line 3 is 'A woman in dust held together by botox'. Heehee. Guess who I mean. It's terrible of me - I give her even more publicity, mentioning her. lol.
Thanks Orchi I appreciate the read and comment now she may get you for libel
Argh! lol.
Great rhyme scheme. It reminds me of aging. Maybe without grace.
Aging is never graceful that is a ruse. Thank you so much for the read and kind words of comment
For mud thou art and unto dust shalt thou return !
Thanks Lorenz for your read and words it is appreciated
Well done my friend!!!🙏
Thank you very much for the read and comment Shamrocker your words are highly valued
Fantastic work as usual!
Thank you so much NinjaGirl for the review your words are always encouraging and highly valued
Of course!
Nice Rhythm
Thank you so much it is appreciated
My friend, powerful work…the cage, the dust, the broken frame, all swept away by time’s hand. It’s stark, unforgiving, and beautifully penned. Faved for sure! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you Tristan for the review are we not all but rusting cages, shirts filled with dirt waiting to be swept away? I appreciate you kind words my friend
Fine words soren.
Andy
Thank you so much Andy it is most appreciated
IT NEED NOT ALWAYS BE THAT WAY - IT SHOULD BE MUCH MORE BEAUTIFUL TO THINK BACK ON...
True it is that there is beauty in life and its memories but in life's duality of balance there is the dark side. The physical deteriorates in its entropy there is pain and peace the growth of the inner self splits the dry outer shell of the chrysalis to emerge in a metamorphosis. The remaining dust of the body to be swept away
your explanation makes perfect sense.
thanks for the response, have a beautiful and productive weekend.
take care
Definitely one of best poems I have come across (not that I am much into poetry or have deep understanding).
To me, this is a towering poem- something raw in that neatly packaged poetic words. Something heartbreakingly human in those elevated expressions. Thank you for sharing 🙏
You are too kind my friend your words humble me. Thank you so much your encouragement and support are most valued
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