The passage of time invites dust,
welcomes the old friend.
A lack of clarity is often found,
without proper cleanliness.
The resident sits with duster in hand,
but can't bring themselves to move.
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Ah NinjaGirl you have become enigmatic of late. This poem speaks of time and age as well as friends. The dust that clouds one's memory one is reluctant to cleanse in that the sharpness of reality is less pleasant than the softness that the dust of time has given it. That is my interpretation although it might not be the original intent or the only interpretation.
Thank you for reading--I do apologize for being enigmatical, it was not my intention but it's my understanding that I'm being more cryptic than clear!
You are always most welcome. No need for apology
I’ve known that moment…the wanting to clear what’s settled, but not having the heart or strength to begin. You wrote it with such real, human clarity. That image of the resident holding the duster but unable to move…that says everything. You captured inertia with such tender honesty. Beautiful job, dearest 🥷 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you...I hope it's as clear as you say it is! Thank you for your understanding of it!
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