Prompt: T.S. Eliot “I will show you fear in a handful of dust.”
Sifting dust through clay fingers
I am kin to soil and memories linger
Beginnings in a clod of dirt
Though daily consciousness seems to skirt
soft edges, for my spirit burns
Still from dirt I came
and to dirt return
Grim prompt, seems to me. Glad to see you here, after all your stormy weather, making poetry of it all.
We missed the worst of it – maybe the grim prompt was inspired by all the testing this week – TAKS for all students. Grim week – lots of work and everyone – students and teachers stressed to the max.