Shiva Shakoori

A Day In The Life Of Dust - Poem by Shiva Shakoori

Light rays passing through a bedroom's window.
The wave of Chopin music surrounded the room.
Aroma of cinnamon and saffron, filled the air

I can't see clearly the picture of my grand mother's smile
I glided my finger on the glassy frame
A cloud of fine touched my skin

I looked at to the soft and transparent dot.
It was delicate and light.
I don't know where it is coming from
Maybe came from a soaring bird in the air, or a gliding snail in the soil.

I imagine, if it could remember the journey, how many stories had in heart.
These unlimited sprinkles moving around, before beginning the life

Falling and passing through the hole and walls like as sound.
I blew the dot and wiped the picture up.
My grandmother smiled at me.

I made a cup of tea and then sat near the window seal.
A tiny scattered was floating in the broken beam.
I stared to the thin steam was rising of my tea.

Comments about A Day In The Life Of Dust by Shiva Shakoori

  • Vipins Puthooran (8/8/2012 3:52:00 AM)

    'tis an excellent poem, nice expression! ! ! (Report) Reply

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  • Vipins Puthooran (8/8/2012 3:11:00 AM)

    'tis an excellent poem, nice expression! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • (8/8/2012 3:11:00 AM)

    a nice poem, a very unique thought so beautifully painted in this poem, gem of a poem of a dust (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 8, 2012

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