Salted Tears Of Dust Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Salted Tears Of Dust
Life begins and ends with a cry of unexpected disappointment.
Thrilling to voices surrounding self inside, intimidated by
them once you are born.
Essence of being is kept hidden, deeply buried in prisms of unglorified love until your death.
Painstakingly acquiescent throughout enduring stresses of life, quixotically hesitant in respect to adverse circumstances.
Beautifully held, quietly admired from afar, taken in curious
glances stealingly persistent and unhurried hesitance.
Withering with placating reminders, storage of memories - past
and present - focus into the future with salted tears.
Many times pressed into a powder, a dust, to be blown away with
age and distaste.
Conquering liabilities daily, setting up paths leading to
eventual death.
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4/23/2024 3:01:04 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This poem is like the title to the scientist Timothy Ferris's book THE WHOLE SHEBANG. He meant cosmic realities - planets, stars, black holes, quantum matter; you are dealing with human realities - birth, growth, aging, death; but both you and the scientist are finding ways to see the Big Picture and assess it. As a poet your assessment involves a deep well of compassion, which THE SALTED TEARS OF DUST symbolize as well as express. This reminds of what my high school Latin teacher pointed out in the AENEID: after describing the carnage of the Fall of Troy, Vergil writes just one sentence: THERE ARE TEARS FOR THE LIVES OF HUMANS. Just that, no sentimentality or overstated emotion, just the undisguised truth, and compassion wells up from below.