You’ll be seeing two separate posts today. One for yesterday that I completely missed, and today’s current one (which may come later today). Yesterday was Tornado’s birthday and I was busy beyond belief. Plus, we have begun storm season in the DFW metroplex and lately we’ve been getting a lot of rain. I haven’t actually seen the weather act like this since I was in elementary school. We’ve had only a handful of sunny days since April began. April showers indeed.
Alright, back to our regular programing. Yesterday’s letter was Q and the poetry prompt was to write what you know. What I know constantly changes; knowledge updates every decade. So, what I know today changes by tomorrow. There are times I always know more than I should, and, sometimes, what I know makes me feel so very old. With knowledge should come wisdom but I think that wisdom is more a combination of trial and error, experience and maturity. I took my cue, and my Q word, from Shakespeare, who answered the challenge “write what you know” better than ever I could.
Happy Birthday, Will!
Quintessence of Dust
By Jessica Scott
The spirit made flesh, wonder of the animals,
Child of the heavens made from the dust of stars.
Yet, what is this quintessence of dust?
More than just the sum of the parts,
More than the invisible soul.
We are who we are with parts broken,
Gears needing oiling to keep from rusting.
What is this quintessence of dust?
Carbon and minerals, flesh and blood,
Soul and physical form.
What a piece of work is man.
“What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how
infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and
admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like
a god! the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals—and yet,
to me, what is this quintessence of dust?”
Hamlet Act 2, Scene 2