The Invasion
A milky way of dust
makes morning constellations
on a nebula of light
beaming through my bedroom window
Like thousands of parachutes
abandoning ship
they spin down in torrential orbits
landing on dressers
the bookcase and chair
setting up colonies
to plague me
~ Colleen Redman
Comments
Ah-ah-choo- sorry, allergic to dust mites!
Excellent poem otherwise though!
Michele sent me tonight to see what you've been doing, I liked the bar - themed pictures in the previous post too.
Posted by: Roland | January 15, 2008 12:20 AM
Science fiction poetry, neat. Reminds me of the Robin Cook book - Invasion - it happened pretty much just like that...
Posted by: susan | January 15, 2008 7:27 AM
your dust is prettier than mine
Posted by: sandy kessler | January 15, 2008 7:30 AM
they must be traveling through space. they have been sighted here, too.
Posted by: sky | January 15, 2008 8:28 AM
I've spent half the morning dusting and vacuuming those lovely particles. They just can't seem to take a hint and stop landing on my furniture.
Posted by: Deana | January 15, 2008 1:41 PM
This is maybe the best one you've ever done, Colleen!!
Posted by: kenju | January 15, 2008 2:28 PM
"So glad you like it!" I say, after just chasing down a bunch of big dust bunnies. Today was cleaning day but what I missed will no doubt multiply.
The poem was actually written as much as ten years ago but has been reworked into its newest form.
Posted by: colleen | January 15, 2008 2:43 PM
I really enjoyed this thanks for sharing it.
Posted by: yolanda | January 15, 2008 2:48 PM
Hi Colleen, Im back! those dust bunnies sure travel long distance, Ive just finished dusting and im sure if I start again more would have landed at my place. Hehehe
Posted by: Jeanette | January 16, 2008 1:05 AM
Oh yes...the multiplying dust particles and bunnies...This endless thing that one has to do over and over and over for one's whole life!. (You know Colleen...Here in my house, I can tell how much dirtier Los Angeles has become over the years! Way back when, dusting was minor in the scheme of things...Now, dust seems to appear much quicker than it used to and there is much more of it, too!)
I love this poem, my dear...! Beautifully expressed in every way!
Posted by: OldOldLady Of The Hills | January 16, 2008 6:22 AM
Very nice!
Posted by: Tom Atkins | January 16, 2008 1:20 PM
To Plague me...and I saw it as Pledge me! HA! let Pledge do the dusting! (It's a CFS thing!)
Posted by: ruth | January 16, 2008 6:18 PM
If dust be a milky way, living in a desert is like the entire cosmos.
~S
Posted by: Shephard | January 17, 2008 8:03 PM
oh, i love this imagery. personifying the dust mites, giving them a job - just beautiful!
Posted by: dara | January 17, 2008 11:18 PM
You too huh? Moondust. Intergalactic dander. And where's my vaccuum again...? :)
Posted by: Pearl | January 18, 2008 11:27 AM