I Am (Dust Bunny)

I am the dust bunny beneath his bed

Curled up in the long cool shadows

He lets me be, while he lazes

With idle hands and heart

 

I am the t-shirt on his closet shelf

Misfolded under those he'd rather wear

Waiting for laundry day to come

So I can feel his flesh again

 

I am the last echo of a colorless dream

He had twenty-two Tuesdays ago

Fallen to the back of his memory

Into the folder he never reads

 

I am his hope for the future-

His goals, his every aspiration

And he is about to lose me

To ineptitude and inaction

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

I hope no one thinks this is autobiographical, since the narrator is an idea, not a person.

Reviews

[Dirk]

This is very interesting. I had to go back and reread this poem because I unfortunately missed the fact that the narrator is an idea. I like this poem for that perspective. Very cool!

[Jonathan Ballam]

I like the concept of the Dust Bunny, great piece. The ending might need a look over at some stage.