The dust or the wind
poem by:
Geoffrey Brewer
Written
on Jan 21, 2017
SONNET: The dust or the wind Dust in the wind, such are we, it is opined To be blown about then lost without a trace Or clay moulded* by another's hand and mind Lives planned and crafted then put in our place Thus liability is not ours nor ascribed to us We can live not as cause but from being the author flee 'So you can't blame me, and throw me under the bus Let's go through life in irresponsible glee' Or would it be conceit to surmise we are cause Could it be the artist's hand is thine and mine That we're spirits who've put our godliness on pause Should we now but try to imitate the divine Then perchance we will recognise that we must Be the wind that generates and blows the dust [American spelling = 'molded']
Tags: happy, inspirational, metaphor, hope,
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Christopher Russon commented:
The words to your poem is very true.we as humans we are like the wind and like dust.
The Bible likens us to a passing mist.well written poem.
Maria Williams
commented:
A well written poem, I can see you've put a lot of thought into this
A previous user
commented:
I see, said the blind man. And still there is much to narrate
