11.12.2012

Poetry for thought - Sawdust

Sawdust
by Sharon Bryan

Why not lindendust,
   hackberry, hemlock,
live oak, maple, why
   name the remains
after the blade, not
   what it cut—

 only now do I see
   that the air is full
of small sharp stars
   pinwheeling through
every living thing
   that gets in their way.

Image: Flickr- Horia Varlan

4 comments:

  1. Awesome! Just followed you :)

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    J.H. Myn
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  2. I love this poem...and then I saw this picture--I saw a galaxy of stars and orbital rotations and conflict and thought it fit the poem perfectly.

    Thanks for visiting!

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