Poem ‘Think of Me’

Think of me

please pay your respects
to the dust trodden into carpets,
ingrained in chairs
and in curtains,
all along these tired window ledges

Then will you write my name
on the dusty shelves
where my books used to lie?
For in truth
they were more surely me

image and poem Β© copyright dfbarker 2012

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41 comments

  1. Paige · March 13, 2012

    o i enjoyed this poem, the sweet voice – our poems may contain
    more of us, certainly more than meets the eye.

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  2. driuorno · March 13, 2012

    Reblogged this on BABAJI.

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  3. dfb · March 13, 2012

    Bless you, Babaji! Thank you very much.

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  4. dfb · March 13, 2012

    Thank you so much!

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  5. magsx2 · March 13, 2012

    Hi,
    Well thought out poem, I did like this one. πŸ™‚

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  6. Ina · March 13, 2012

    Hi David, lovely poem, your name written in dust where your books once where, that is a great thought and image.
    I like your book case, and would love to nose in those books about history.

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  7. dfb · March 13, 2012

    Thank you once more, Mags!

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  8. dfb · March 13, 2012

    Thank you Ina – yes, history is one of my passions, absolutely love it.

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  9. jmmcdowell · March 13, 2012

    Several of those books are on my husband’s shelves….

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  10. dfb · March 13, 2012

    Ah, good for him! πŸ™‚ Thank you!

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  11. Fergiemoto · March 13, 2012

    Nice! A collection of books can tell a lot about a person.

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  12. Emma · March 13, 2012

    Hey, David. Fantastic. I’ve thought about this myself and do believe that the books we own can say so much about who we are and what we care about. Great subject for a poem…honoring what has been left behind. Love the image of a name being drawn in the dust.

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  13. SusanWritesPrecise · March 13, 2012

    Nice! I like this poem a lot.

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  14. Victoria C. Slotto · March 14, 2012

    David, this is such a wonderful concept, so beautifully expressed.

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  15. Betty Hayes Albright · March 14, 2012

    I love this, David. And isn’t it the truth – the books on our shelves define who we are, more than anything else in this world.

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  16. Soma Mukherjee · March 14, 2012

    Oh I loved it David..I own more books than anything else and trust me when i say this poem represents me as well..have given clear instructions after I am gone how my books will be stored and donated to this one particular person who cherishes them just like I do….
    this poem is Bliss πŸ™‚

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  17. dfb · March 14, 2012

    Thank you very much!

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  18. dfb · March 14, 2012

    Emma, hi! And thank you so much. Yes, I think books do betray us, whether we like it or not.

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  19. dfb · March 14, 2012

    Thank you Susan!

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  20. dfb · March 14, 2012

    Hi Victoria – hope you’re ok. And thank you so much for your comments.

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  21. dfb · March 14, 2012

    Thank you very much Betty! Yes, I just can’t turn down a good history book! πŸ™‚

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  22. dfb · March 14, 2012

    Soma, thank you so much! I did figure (knew!) you were a bibliophile, too!

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  23. journeyintopoetry · March 14, 2012

    David,

    This is lovely. I can see the dust circling in the sunshine among your books and all the memories held therein.

    Im sorry to have missed so much of your lovely work. The flu well and truly knocked me out.

    Christine

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  24. dfb · March 14, 2012

    Thank you Christine once again! Glad to hear that you are on the mend, the flu can be dreadful, I know. Take it easy. πŸ™‚

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  25. Words cannot express what you have always shared…so beautiful my friend!

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  26. New View From Here · March 14, 2012

    This is fantastic! Enjoying your blog and your art…

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  27. Thomas Davis · March 15, 2012

    David, This is a poem I can relate to, although perhaps not so much today as in the past. When Kevin died my ability to read waned for over a year, and it has only slowly returned. WordPress and the poetry I’ve read in pages like yours has brought back my love of reading, but for most of my life reading, outside of Ethel and my family, has been my greatest passion. Our home is filled with books in every room…
    For in truth
    they were more surely me
    Great poem.

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  28. Three Well Beings · March 15, 2012

    You’d like my book shelves, as I do yours! My “collection” is important to me, and I think in many ways this poem feels like my thoughts. I enjoyed photography as your piece of art today! You have such creativity in all πŸ™‚ Debra

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  29. dfb · March 15, 2012

    Thank you Debra – you are so kind!

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  30. dfb · March 15, 2012

    Thomas, I thank you. I do try to understand how you feel about such a loss. I’m grateful for you comments.

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  31. dfb · March 15, 2012

    Thank you so much!!!

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  32. dfb · March 15, 2012

    Thank you Wendell – very kind of you!

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  33. Mira Jay · March 15, 2012

    simply nice….

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  34. Jamie Dedes · March 15, 2012

    Books are one of our truest joys and our artisitc opus our best selves.

    Lovely post, DF. πŸ˜‰

    Happy days …

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  35. dfb · March 16, 2012

    Thank you so much Jamie!

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  36. lscotthoughts · March 17, 2012

    I love this, too, David…

    “Then will you write my name
    on the dusty shelves
    where my books used to lie?
    For in truth
    they were more surely me”

    We are also a house of books, so this resonates with me, as well. So beautifully written and perfect image!

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  37. dfb · March 17, 2012

    Thank you very much Lauren! πŸ™‚

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  38. jane tims · March 17, 2012

    Hi. Very nice poem and photo. I like ‘they were more surely me’ Jane

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  39. dfb · March 17, 2012

    Jane, thank you once again!

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  40. bardessdmdenton · March 22, 2012

    Yes, books surround me too, those I have read and loved and defined my life by, so many waiting for my time and attention, waiting to turn me towards myself.

    ‘For in truth
    they were more surely me’

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  41. dfb · March 22, 2012

    Thank you once again!!!

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