We are too far from dust

We are too far from dust
in this high bed for dreaming.

I am no princess, sleepless
for the sake of a cowpea
under a mountain of mattresses.

Make love to me
on sisal.

Twigs and all, let me sleep close to earth,
body shaped to spoon the grasp
of this planet.  Let me remember
in gravity what I am made of and what owns me.

Let me be reminded of the mud
I will become.

**the beginning of something bigger, I think.

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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78 Responses to We are too far from dust

  1. George Ellington says:

    Embracing mortality, perhaps? Or celebrating our connection with the earth? We grow so very distant from our origins, don’t we? And then spend year after year striving for definition, for meaning. Perhaps Wordsworth and Keats and Shelley were right. Surrounded by my nondescript concrete domain, how can I know where I truly belong? I long for forests, for trees, for the breath of the earth untainted.

    • That’s it, exactly, George. Embracing who we are, where we came from, and what we will be. George, I think you are my brother from another set of parents–I am hungry for what grows, not what is made–or perhaps what I mean to say is I am in need of inclusion of it within my concrete walls. or at least just within reach outside them.

      • George Ellington says:

        Susan, I am honored to be brother to such an intelligent, caring, and thoughtful woman. One thing I have missed particularly in separating my life and moving into an apartment has been the garden–a place of dirt and plants where I could reach into the earth, feel the soil on my skin. I miss the touch of the earth in my life. I know I must leave from here, if only because I cannot stretch out my roots through the concrete.

  2. Alice Keys says:

    From mud to nothing. Mortality embraced opens the doorway to eternity. Thanks for this one. alice

  3. I love all the earthy, organic, sensual imagery, and the progression (if it can be called such) from dust to mud.
    Very interesting poem, darling.

  4. potterfan97 says:

    Very interesting concept 🙂 Thanks for this, Susan!

  5. claudia says:

    making love on sisal…love the grounded-ness in this susan…Let me remember
    in gravity what I am made of and what owns me…. earthy and beautifully sensual..

  6. brian miller says:

    dang…this is really good…esp last last bit…reminded of the mud we become….spooned in the planet…those last 2 stanzas have such an intimacy with nature and our world….really love that…

  7. aprille says:

    I’ll pass on the sisal.
    Need all those matresses and preferably a bit of goosedown.:-)
    aprille.me

  8. Tony Maude says:

    From dust we came …
    and to dust we shall return; there’s no avoiding it. Perhaps if we embraced our mortality we would live different lives … and the world might be a better place. instead, many of us live in permanent denial, right up to the moment that death calls on us.

  9. body shaped to spoon the grasp
    of this planet.

    I love the elemental nature of this piece–and would love to see what it evolves into for you

  10. ayala says:

    Good write, Susan.

  11. Laurie Kolp says:

    I love this Susan!

  12. Mary says:

    Strong writing, Susan. Yes, we all have to keep in mind that we will eventually become MUD. This definitely stops us from getting an attitude of self importance.

  13. Tracy says:

    let us know our truth and sleep close to the earth… thank you

  14. scotthastiepoet says:

    I agree Susan… Evocative writing – especially liked: “let me sleep close to earth,
    body shaped to spoon the grasp
    of this planet.” You can go on from here…

  15. nelle says:

    Mud, onward… what of a billion, two billion, ten billion years from now? What awaits this trillion atoms in us?

  16. cfbrown (कवि) says:

    very much in like of this so far

  17. cfbrown (कवि) says:

    if this ends here then i am in very much like in totality lol

  18. Akila says:

    A very profound piece here in subtle expressions! get back to the mud from where we began. I found this very powerful!

  19. jmgoyder says:

    Yes, definitely bigger.

  20. Miriam E. says:

    oooh Susan, this is marvellous! the second stanza blew me away… totally.
    PLEASE more of this… please… please?

  21. mobius faith says:

    This is amazing Susan. I have to admit that “making love on sisal” gave me rug burns just thinking about it. 🙂

  22. Part of the earth, part of something bigger. Love where your poem took us. Well penned!

  23. Ray Sharp says:

    awesome. i love the people made of earth creation stories, and the tactile sensuality of your words

  24. “Make love to me on sisal.” – love that phrase! Very down to earth and most definitely the base to build somethign bigger.

  25. suffused and infused with spirit and soul.

  26. Poetic Soul says:

    What an interesting thought

  27. Stephanie says:

    Reminds me of my subconcious desire to return to the earth. I really like your style. 🙂

  28. BroadBlogs says:

    So earthy.

    Feels profound and gruesome at the same time. I’ll have to think about that. Thanks for making me think!

  29. louisajs says:

    I love this–there’s a wonderful simplicity about the words you’ve chosen. So specific in their sounds, yet universal with regards to hitting that part of us that yearns to ponder our own mortality.

  30. beautiful…keep close to Mother Earth and to each other…

  31. Close to the bone IS close to the earth.

    The best sleep I ever had was on a futon on the floor. You really have to get UP.
    Second best. On the ground in a tent. Lumps and all.

  32. Jeremy Nathan Marks says:

    I imagine I speak for many when I say that I am missing your poetic voice right now, Susan.

  33. Let me be reminded of the mud
    I will become.. earth to earth.. Brilliant and profound poem. ……….Susan, what’s up? I miss you so. Hope you are doing fine. 🙂

  34. Leo says:

    Really like this, Susan…spooning with Mother Earth…great image!

  35. Lindy Lee says:

    Being not so far from dust as you, as I, it is good to fantasize of “something bigger”…

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