Motes Poems - Poems about Motes

.... 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 ......

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...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......

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... The small shoes sit by the door, dust motes dancing where tiny feet once shuffled, eager for cartoons, for scraped knees, for my hand. Her drawings still cling to the refrigerator, crayon s......

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... The tectonic tremor, not of crust, but of spirit, a fault line fracturing the smooth facade of days. Sudden, the seismic shift, a stutter in the rhythm, cobalt cracks bloom across the porcel......

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... Cracked edges, a sepia sigh, dust motes dancing in a sunbeam, illuminating faces, ghosts of laughter. A woman's smile, frozen mid-bloom, her dress, a whisper of a bygone style, the fabric'......

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...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......

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... 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......

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...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......

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... the room is filled! it's as if Spring arrived inside removed the grey from shadows told the sun to shine softly yet in abundance I cannot tire ~ I'm entranced ......

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... 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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...Her laughter startles the morning air - a flock of starlings scattering from power lines into the cathedral of her collarbones. She moves through rooms unaware of how doorframes arc......

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...I seek but cannot find. You hide yourself too well. I’m always far behind in my search for where you dwell I cover up my eyes And listen for your voice. If you’d drop your disguise then my poor ......

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...pierce this gloom glass can hold stone & stone can hold glass both hold my gaze sun and moonlight gather me in let me sit in quiet contemplation ......

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...Golden light shimmers, dust motes dance, reflecting in my husband's gentle heart. A still pond, calm and deep, where childhood laughter plays a part. He carries food, warm and bright, hot idli......

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...A cathedral, a petrified forest, reaching, striving for the celestial. Arches, skeletal fingers, grasping at the impossible light. Sunlight, a fractured diamond, filtered through stained glass......

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