Written by Richard AnkersMay 14, 2017May 13, 2017 Dusted ￼ Dust blows in the wind Little pieces of past lives I feel every one Share this:FacebookTwitterStumble MeWhatsAppTumblrLinkedInRedditTelegramPinterestPocketPrintEmailLike this:Like Loading... 17 thoughts on “Dusted” Nice haiku Reply Thanks 🙂 Reply Love it 🙂 Reply Thank you Reply Sterling work Richard. By the way, did I tell you I set up an erotica site that included poetry? https://bunsareallthatyourequire.wordpress.com/ Reply Cheers, V, but erotica’s not quite my thing. Reply I totally understand Richard, it’s not for everyone. I already knew you are quite the philosopher, but this one is truly profound. Reply Thank you Reply It would be interesting to hear this aloud because you wouldn’t know if the narrator means “everyone” or “every one”. There is joy and pain in this world. Do we acknowledge that or do we take the next step and acknowledge the humans behind that joy and pain? https://bilalmoonpoetry.wordpress.com/ Reply Thank you. In this instance definitely ‘every one’ but ‘everyone’ would work too. Well noticed. Reply Lovely haiku, Richard. 🙂 — Suzanne Reply Thanks, Suzanne. Reply I hear Kansas, “Dust in the Wind” playing in the background… Reply I’ll have to listen to that one. Reply Very late 70’s early 80’s Classic Rock. Carry on Wayward son is good, too. Good Morning! (or afternoon). 4pm Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment: Email (Address never made public) Name Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.