Dust

I absolutely love this poem... keep sharing, well i love to write as well so please check my site poemtheart hope you like it thank you :)

Love the alliteration of L2 and rhyme of meaning/staining, considered/flourish/darkness.  These are very subtle and carry the verse - not at all forced.  

Well done.

Thank you Ahavati

Nice to see Poetry still has you in its grasp.  Happiest of New Years, SeaCat! May your 2020 be blessed with much happiness and spiritual prosperity!

Thank you Ahavati - what a beautiful New Year greeting.

May your 2020 be similarly blessed and rich in peace,  joy and love.

Those are indeed the greatest blessings! Thank you!

Great writing, SeaCat. Beautiful writing :)

Thank you :)

My pleasure :)

Spilling ink is another name for writing spontaneous poetry. Or spontaneously writing poetry. Writing poetry spontaneously? I dunno. Whatever. It's a great metaphor you are utilizing.

I noticed you began with "I" and then it evolved into "we" when it came to writing more consciously.  

So it sounds to me as though the narrator feels less in control when alone in reaction to a world perceived as meaningless. But in the presence of the partner, the narrator can percieve meaning. The partner helps the narrator cope so to speak and overwrite the old reality.  

I'm babbling.

Why "Dust" ....? The title is meaningless in regards to the poem's body to the reader, but it has a meaning to you.

I know the metaphor “spilling ink” - but it gives a false impression, because not all poetry is spilled.  Some is, for sure, but most poetry, I believe, is the outcome of much work.  Maybe “exuded sweat” might be more apt for some poems!

It is called “Dust” because in a recent variation, the closing stanza likened “spilled ink” as being - metaphorically - dry.  Like dust.  Dry as dust, to resort to the cliche.

Ironically, after all my pompous rambling, “dust” waS itself a spontaneous outpour.  Spilled ink, if you will.  What do i know!?  I have no poetic education or learning.  I speak  shallow, callow nonsense - contradictory too.  And I am in a poetically dim place.

Yeah .... i’m entering a cold, forlorn place.

Bedraggled SeaCat

Welcome to the club! in regards to poetic education, Ahavati has been bringing me up to speed in recent years. Otherwise, I'm all self taught.

I appreciate the elaborate elaboration, SeaCat.

Let poetry warm you up and light the way!

I appreciate your warm encouragement

Nicely Penned!
V

Thank you - I appreciate :)

Really glad I came across this, SeaCat. Engaging with the process of writing keeps one open to the muse, as well as the sweat of crafting. It's like woodwork; rough cutting, planing, sanding, oiling, waxing, final buffing  --  and your poem alludes nicely to these activities in the background. I read somewhere it takes as long to become a writer as it does to learn a musical instrument - which puts things well in perspective as I see it. Look forward reading more of your work. Best regards, Josh.

Hello Josh,
Thank you for reading, commenting and RL adding.  I enjoyed your woodwork simile.  In fact, reading your comment gives me impetus to develop the poem a little, perhaps restoring the lines that relate to the „Dust” title.

Thank you and kind regards
SeaCat

Hi SeaCat, I write a poem using woodwork analogy some time ago last year, that must have been what I was thinking of when I wrote my comment - if you're interested, here's the link:
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/344637-poets-workshop/
Cheers, Josh.