Golden Dust
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Poem by: Kossettes Novellettes Softer
I know I want my golden dust
I am the type to dig it up
To take what I want
Until it’s enough
Until I feel I am filled up
Yes, I want my golden dust
I want it so bad I’m losing touch
My patience it lacks
My star in the distance
Will it pass
Does matter
It is bad
That my golden dust
Is so far gone yet I laugh
I rushed I dug I scraped and I scrubbed
I found a gold mine and I even now try
With a pick axe and mask
A shovel and a bag
If I work for what I want
Then what I want will always be within my grasp?
Fuck
Yes, I want my Golden dust
In the end I don’t think that my work will be enough
There are others who dig
Those who don’t rush
Who can easily have my golden dust
Am I wrong
Is hard work just not enough
When can I see my golden dust
To have
To see
Till I’ve had enough
To see my beautiful
Sparkling golden dust.
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Comments
A beautiful poem and much more positive than
"It Isn't There" which rings of defeat....
Maybe she cannot visit...maybe there are constraints...
Don't give in to despair....
Author
Reply
Thanks Nika for alqays reading i really appreciate it.
Its a long distance thing that i rushed into. :)
I have been in this situation..it sucks sometimes. I just hope it turns out better for you than it did for me .
Your words are perfect in describing this.
The rhyme scheme is well played here. Also, I feel like there's good action and description in this poem. 'I rushed I dug I scraped and scrubbed' has a particular intensity that the rest of the poem ah, I wouldn't say lacks but the intensity is especially potent here, how about that?
This is an interesting poem because the narrator obviously is pining and working towards the goal and yet they also claim it as their own, though perhaps in the future and not necessarily in the past. So I feel like this may be about something someone has but perhaps hasn't fully realized the full potential of what they have, and they're trying unearth the full potential. As referenced, even if you find a good line without the right tools or insight, you could very well pass it by like ships in the night.
It seems to me that this person could very well be grasping for something within themselves or in someone else that's hidden.
Otherwise the only line that kind of throws me off in this interpretation is this idea of 'until I feel I'm filled up,' and 'til I've had enough.' It renders my thoughts kinda futile. So I don't know.
Yet and still a wonderful poem. :)
Take care kossie. xox
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