Miniscule

Published on by Tosha Michelle

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I am less than.
My insignificance a common thing.
I’m a particle of dust but even I
sparkle in certain light.
At night I float around pages
filled with words that
no one will remember.
I sing a melancholy tune.
Bare and ruined.
I pray to the God of dust bunnies,
who is adored or loathed by all
the other particles.

Everyday we lift up our dusty eyes
to the ceiling, hoping for a skylight
to reveal the heavens. All the while
awaiting our death sentence by rag.
Resigned to our fate we conversed
with the ashes and await our downfall.

-Tosha Michelle

103 thoughts on “Miniscule”

  1. Such a gorgeously extended metaphor. We are all dust particles, waiting for the proverbial rag to end our existence in this plain. However, there is nothing minuscule in your ability to create the most thought provoking poetry. Bravo, my friend and great song choice, too 🙂 Have so missed your words xo ❤

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  4. I like the realism of this, but how it manages to be dreamy, too. It reminds me of the line that someone said, “We’re all in the gutter. But some of us are gazing at the stars.” That’s surely not the exact quote, but that’s the gist of it.

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  12. Beautifully significant. My own insignificance has became an eye of calm, in the middle on this storm of life.
    I love the photo very much too, I would like to have a print to hang on the wall.
    I get the dust bunnies, just hoping they get me. ♡

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  15. Beautifully significant. My own insignificance has became the eye of calm, in the middle of this storm on life.
    I love the photo very much too, I would like to have a print to hang on the wall.
    I get the dust bunnies, just hoping they get me. ♡

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  22. Btw, WP has gone back to douche town by not allowing me, the third Lord of Swingleshire, to like!
    How. Rude! What?

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  23. Bonjour TOSHA on finira tous en poussière
    Mon plus grand plaisir
    C’est de venir te saluer
    Ce matin chez moi le temps n’est pas formidable
    Toi !!! As- tu le beau temps
    Mais je me dis quelque part tu es là
    Prés ou loin qu’importe la distance
    je compte ton amitié parmi les plus grandes
    Ce n’est que du bonheur dans ma vie, un réconfort dans les moments
    de doute et de chagrin avec grande source d’inspiration
    Bernard

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  35. I just had a thought, though. I might have written that line this way: “I’m a particle of dust, yet still I sparkle in certain light.” I’m not suggesting you edit your poem. I just wanted to get your insight since I too write poetry.

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      1. The reasoning behind my recommended edit is the first line is easy to trip over and sounds just a bit negative. The line I suggested is basically saying “even if I am merely a particle of dust, I am still able to sparkle when the light is just right.”

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