Motes Poems

HOME

...HOME
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Home, the echo reverberating deep within my chest.
Old sepia toned photographs hung in sunlit halls.
Memories dance like dust...

LISTEN TO THE WIND

...LISTEN TO THE WIND
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Listen to the wind murmur. Can you hear it
     gently stirring yesterday’s dust motes, 
          kissing everyone's cheek wit...

DUST PIXIES-Alpha Lines Poetry Contest

...DUST PIXIES INSIDE GRANNY’S CEDAR CHEST 
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Amidst the ancient whispers of timeworn wood,
     underneath time and the cedar’s scent
          a gatheri...

EN POINTE

...EN POINTE
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Upon a dimly lit state she stands
en pointe, defying gravity.
Time pauses, suspended like
dust motes dancing in the spotlight.

She holds th...

ALLUSIONS OF A VANISHED NOW

...ALLUSIONS OF A VANISHED NOW*
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stainless-steel womb
welded shut, 
buried beneath the oak's gnarled roots,
remnants given to the earth.

allusions o...

Lights on the river IV

...Red hourglasses
drawn thin and narrow waisted
sparkling motes fall...

TEXAS PRAIRIE PARADISE

...TEXAS PRAIRIE PARADISE
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here, where the horizon bends.
the morning sun spills its warmth. 
the Texas prairie stretches~
a vast unbroken beauty where
g...

Gboko Gives Chase

...In Gboko, where the dust motes dance and play,
A town, a city, a people, some would say.
What defines its spirit, a riddle, a quest,
With a gait too familiar, putting all to the test.

"Gboko!" ...

When Love Appeared

...That night,
love arrived—
not with thunder,
but with your fingernails
drumming my kitchen table,
drumming like a child
counting down to Christmas.

You said my name wrong—
*Said* instead of ...

No Way Out

....
No Way Out
A genie in the bottle to grant my wishes—
I’m drifting, 
looking for the red exit sign.

My desire for freedom waning 
     like the moon reflected in hues of blue 
          on ...

Lao Tzu: English Translations II

...LAO TZU ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS I

Be Like Water
by Lao Tzu, translation by Michael R. Burch

The highest virtue resembles water
because water unselfishly benefits all life,
then settles, without...

For our house to become a home forever

...Inspired by... All those houses that long to be homes again. 

For our house to become a home forever 
By Michelle Morris 
20/08/2024

I walk through this empty house
And can see it used to be...

Dead Station of Soul V1

...
Dead station of soul, static old
phantom frequencies crackle n fade
wraiths, tuning into the echoes 
of forgotten dreams, decades
channels of fractured memories
dust motes dancing in moonlight...

Whispers Of The Gone

...Empty room, echoes of your laughter,
A warm photograph, a faded smile,
Dust motes dancing in the fading light.
A dried flower from a special occasion,
Its petals brittle, memories frail.
A ghost...

Dusty Box of Memory

...
I never open that dusty box of memory,
it's just another box of clutter
left stored amongst other boxes of clutter
in an attic with the door shut tight.

There is never a time quite right
to ...

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