Antonio Liao

Veteran Poet - 1,293 Points (november 7,1957 / dapitan city)

Dusts - Poem by Antonio Liao


she is a woman fond of cleaning
dust and dirt and
almost everything that
makes this house dirty

or herself, her hands
her clothes and the
furniture that she keeps
on dusting
almost everyday

she slides her fingers
on the table and screens
the surface for dusts
and she thinks
this world must
be free
from dusts

she keeps dusting and dusting
and tonight
she sleeps
deep into
a slumber where
she does not wake up

she turns to dust
and the wind blows her away at last

Comments about Dusts by Antonio Liao

  • (7/4/2010 7:50:00 AM)

    she turns to dust
    and the wind blows her away at last

    What a turn, a deep and amazingly poetic ending
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  • (7/7/2008 10:36:00 PM)

    Wow, really well done. I like how you've constructed the poem and the picture it paints of this woman. Thank you (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 7, 2008

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