Motes Poems - Poems about Motes

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The twilight paints a purple, starry bruise where time and trees hold their eternal truce. One ageless oak, with roots both gnarled and deep commands the night, its sh......Read the rest...

... (With Wormwood Dreams) The fire and ice, heaven and hell equinox calibration of scales, scorched Earth beneath a sky of epic fail of primary colors in triple beam, sale, cine-scene- totem of......Read the rest...

...I Don’t Know What To Say To Katie Clemens By Steve Body Copyright 2009 I don’t know what to say to Katie Clemens. All the words are jumbled in my head. They all seem small and empty when I t......Read the rest...

... One moment she was there and the next she was gone like the wind when it blows through the eaves, one moment she was there and the next, she was not The......Read the rest...

...Touch with your tongue, touch with your heart worded dewdrops speak plain.. not beating my chest., or tempting a soul nor giving it away, except maybe, just this once.. again. Think you sa......Read the rest...

...Cypress trees like evergreen steeples rise above rows of gravestone woes, their shadows lie side by side like railroad ties across writhing paths banded like snakes; the gravel birth cords sinuo......Read the rest...

...What Is It Part VI In dementia we only see the past clearly. What was is reachable; what is is ghostly. We see the universe the same way, Its great shimmering cloud spreads so far over space an......Read the rest...

...What Is It Part IV And so the Divine Idiot gibbers and reels Spreading through its own expanding self As the motes within it try to keep up, Advancing plans, making theories To contain the c......Read the rest...

...What Is It Part III And then there flow the shoals of galaxies A great cloud against the blackness. Countless stars with countless worlds about them How much sentience flashing Through the gre......Read the rest...

...The nest is never empty A fluttering of feathered feelings Stirring dust motes of memory, That empty spot on the wall All that space in the closets Full of snowstorms and mitten moments. Time s......Read the rest...

...the cardinals nest in a leafless white birch tree …awaiting sunrise wandering cow paths a cobblestone history …fog on the water A sleepy sunrise slow dances with the dust motes ......Read the rest...

...This plume of mortal breath— mere puffs of silver smoke beneath a vast, bespangled sky. The moon, close and looming, sheds eerie light in a lustrous beam, while motes of delicate stardust, ......Read the rest...

...Most of my classes suck (by that I mean they’re difficult). English is ok - especially the writing. I’d never want to major in English Literature though. It’s one of the hardest majors at Yale. It ma......Read the rest...

...so it is that words fade into actions voices stilled by beauty’s endless moment frozen in the midst of warring factions to melt into a perfume teared lament sunrise will clear the air of its ma......Read the rest...

...By labeling as dog or swine, I thus usurp decrees divine. By casting pearls, I abdicate A chance to share that God is great. The flavor of the pulp was moot In Mrs. Doubtfire’s drive-by fruit. ......Read the rest...