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 © copyright dfbarker 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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Reblogged this on BABAJI.
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Bless you, Babaji! Thank you very much.
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Thank you so much!
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Hi,
Well thought out poem, I did like this one. 🙂
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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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Thank you once more, Mags!
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Thank you Ina – yes, history is one of my passions, absolutely love it.
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Several of those books are on my husband’s shelves….
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Ah, good for him! 🙂 Thank you!
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Nice! A collection of books can tell a lot about a person.
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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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Nice! I like this poem a lot.
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David, this is such a wonderful concept, so beautifully expressed.
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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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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 🙂
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Thank you very much!
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Emma, hi! And thank you so much. Yes, I think books do betray us, whether we like it or not.
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Thank you Susan!
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Hi Victoria – hope you’re ok. And thank you so much for your comments.
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Thank you very much Betty! Yes, I just can’t turn down a good history book! 🙂
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Soma, thank you so much! I did figure (knew!) you were a bibliophile, too!
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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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Thank you Christine once again! Glad to hear that you are on the mend, the flu can be dreadful, I know. Take it easy. 🙂
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Words cannot express what you have always shared…so beautiful my friend!
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This is fantastic! Enjoying your blog and your art…
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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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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 🙂 Debra
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Thank you Debra – you are so kind!
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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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Thank you so much!!!
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Thank you Wendell – very kind of you!
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simply nice….
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Books are one of our truest joys and our artisitc opus our best selves.
Lovely post, DF. 😉
Happy days …
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Thank you so much Jamie!
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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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Thank you very much Lauren! 🙂
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Hi. Very nice poem and photo. I like ‘they were more surely me’ Jane
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Jane, thank you once again!
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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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Thank you once again!!!
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