Poetry Day: Dust on the Road

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(This is a small poem and I don’t know what made me write it.  Clearly, it’s about a person who used to be rich and is now fading away.  Maybe I was going for the fact that it doesn’t matter how much you have because we all die and become dust in the end.  That or I saw a dusty road at some point.)

He drags his feet

Down the barren road

Wisps of dust

Ebbing off his form

His noble robes

Shredded into rags

Leaving him a husk

Torn by harshest wind

Every step forms cracks

Rising from his heels

Thicker wisps will flow

Until his body fades

Becoming dust within the dirt

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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8 Responses to Poetry Day: Dust on the Road

  1. L. Marie says:

    I know you wrote this as a poem, but I can’t help seeing this as the ending to a character in a book. Depending on whose perspective this is, it could either be a prophecy fulfilled concerning someone tyrannical who mistreated others and wound up coming to a lonely ending (like Ebenezer Scrooge would have done had not the ghosts intervened). It also reminds me of a character in Dune whom I will not name to avoid spoilers 😊 The situation was not the same of course. But it came to mind because that story involved desperate plans that came to nothing.


  2. C.E.Robinson says:

    Charles, your poem evokes a sad, but true vision of an ending for many. I’d like to think there could be peace in dying into “dust within the dirt.” 📚🎶 Christine

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  3. I like the idea of we all end up at the same place. Excellent poem.


  4. It sounds like he is under a curse.


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