At first was dust
before we drew
dividing mine from theirs,
we let the line
we ceased to talk
across the wall;
and no again,
which was the only word
alas we realized
that also last was
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June 15, 2021
This is absolutely exquisite, Bjorn! I love how you have associated dust and memory with this one. Especially like; “dividing mine from theirs, and soon we let the line grow tall,”.. this says so much about broken ties and what could have been.. if we let it. Thank you so much for writing to the prompt! 💝💝
Such beautiful imagery here in this poem!
The circularity is the ultimate irony, invoking “from dust to dust.”
touché, exactly my thought.
I like the minimalist style you have used here Björn. Sounds to me like a neighbour or a family dispute turned badly bitter!
I like how it begins with dust and ends with dust. Also the only word we shared across the wall was no. Estrangement is one of the most painful situations humans get themselves into.
You extracted every emotion from that photograph.Nicely done.
Oh my. This from the photo….oh my. This is so powerful, Bjorn. Letting words, anger, a past wrong, get between friends and carrying the grudge and then, dust to dust…and it’s buried with each. Both coming to the same demise and never understanding each other again.
Love how the line divides the words and dust remain the same. Great write, Björn.
And to dust we all return. A lovely sparse poem, Björn.
Ooh. I like this one a lot, Bjorn. 🙂
You have just described the present state of American Democracy. This is one of your strongest poems. This prompt has been so flattering and exciting, I can see a glossy coffee table book rife with my images and d’Verse poetry–dream on.
A sadness in your poem. The dividing line in the dust separating friends/lovers 😢
Always prefer to think of rails connecting, not dividing, but….
Excellent work, Bjorn.
A great use of the prompt. In the US many towns have a track running through them creating that line of separation… along with the understanding of who lives on “the wrong side of the tracks!”
alas we realize too late
that also last was dust.
Love the close Bjorn! Little quarrels over the fence can make enemies of neighbors for life!
Brings to mind Eliot’s “Dust in the air suspended Marks the Place where a story ended”….
The truth stops us in our tracks. (K)
Dividing lines interrupt so much in our lives …. I feel it here.
This is all so true. It stood out to me that the only word of agreement is no. We come from and return to dust.