barbara foster schutz


Being - Poem by barbara foster schutz

There is always a corner that
harbors dust.
No need to search; it will collect
and make itself a force
to reckon with.
Not slowly does it happen.
Dust rushes
to accumulate,
materialize,
like wispy smoke that holds
itself together, apart
from common air,
insisting.


Comments about Being by barbara foster schutz

  • (10/26/2005 7:02:00 PM)


    I get the sense that you're good at developing sustained metaphors. I'm going to read some more of your poems. (Report) Reply

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  • Ernestine Northover (10/19/2005 9:51:00 AM)


    You are so right, there! Look away for just a moment and Hey Presto! dust has appeared from nowhere and your cleaning once again. Nice write-up. Sincerely Ernestine Northover (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 19, 2005


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