Short Motes Poems
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gnats, hovering in a
tear drop, battle dust motes for
room. a peaceful wind
separates them. i should be
glad with my personal space.
Categories:
motes, introspection, life, nature, people, places, social,
Form:
Tanka
Dust
drifting
coating sills
forlorn floating
motes
lost
lonely
abandoned
the empty room
sighs
contest: TURN ON THE LANTERNE
Margaret Foster Sept. 2011
Categories:
motes, sad,
Form:
Lanterne
Quickly, dear scientists!
quest after their secrets!
Quench curious scholars'
queries before these motes,
quarrelsome particles,
quietly die in the
quantum cosmos beyond.
a "Q" pleiades
Categories:
motes, creation, science, space,
Form:
Pleiades
Heart spiritual
Emotes Gods love pulsation
Altar ovoidal
Reshaping each vibration
Taming tempests toroidal
17-May-2021
Tankacrostic Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Categories:
motes, heart,
Form:
Acrostic
weeping, I swept you away
tears enough to raise our roof
shattered thoughts were often shared
dust motes dancing in the light,
willing it to be true
visions of other times not remembered
only felt, only, only
a glance, you remember
oh! say that you do
Categories:
motes, inspiration,
Form:
Blank verse
Though Time has dwindled me to motes,
My dust remains in sunset’s light—
A pattern faintly forms and floats
Discernible before your sight.
Indefinite and vague, yet there,
A wisp of what I was persists
Split-second long upon bright air—
Then vanishes in violet mist.
Categories:
motes, angst
Form:
Verse
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,
like specks of a thousand dreams,
dance in its lucent path
to eternity.
Categories:
motes, moon,
Form:
Free verse
HOME
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Home, the echo reverberating deep within my chest.
Old sepia toned photographs hung in sunlit halls.
Memories dance like dust motes in the afternoon light.
Echoes of childhood hopes and fears etched in memory’s skin.
Categories:
motes, 12th grade, home,
Form:
Name
Cobwebs haunt the corners
sun dancing in their glory
dust motes float, fairy like,
along the edges of time.
Voices linger in a moment
playing un-tuned memories
fingers drum an old arm chair
counting cadence, living the dream.
©10/7/2019
LIVING THE DREAM Poetry Contest
Line Gauthier sponsor
Categories:
motes, dream, life,
Form:
Free verse
Ripped into tiny bits and pieces,
My world coming apart at its creases.
They’re swept away in a single gust,
Like miniscule feathery motes of dust.
Out of sight they float away,
As I watch and wish and hope and pray.
Gone forever those tiny bits and pieces,
Bid them farewell as you release them.
Categories:
motes, faith, forgiveness, happiness, hope, inspirational, introspection, life,
Form:
I do not know?
you could be my best kept secret
the type of secret i'd keep in a mason jar
sitting on my windowsill
sunlight shining through the darkest parts of you
and as dust motes collect and float midair
i'll be there
with a gentle hand, ready to wipe off the dirt
like the sadness i wish i could relieve of you
Categories:
motes, heartbroken, poetry, sad, sad love,
Form:
Blank verse
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 fling open the mind's dark shutter,
let dust motes flit and flutter,
put yesterday pains into the day's new treasury
Categories:
motes, memory,
Form:
Rhyme
...inspired by October Tune by Joseph Brodsky
A shelf reveals sepia-toned pictures,
floorboards groan with memories
of ages past and old men creaking,
shadows flicker lightly on the wall.
Hours flow as lava creeps,
and scattered letters lie forgotten,
dust motes float, their orbits spinning,
shifted by the ghosts of yesteryear.
Categories:
motes, on writing and words,
Form:
Quatrain
I hope there’s life after death
A soul that exists with our last breath -
Out of body steps
It would be a shame to just die
To become small dust motes in the light -
No eternal life
I don’t know what death will bring
But nothing more is terrifying -
I cling to faith’s wings
1/14/11
Susan Burch
For "Life and Death...And Beyond" Contest
Categories:
motes, death, hope, life,
Form:
Rhyme
...inspired by October Tune by Joseph Brodsky
A shelf reveals sepia-toned pictures,
floorboards groan with memories
of ages past and old men creaking,
shadows flicker lightly on the wall.
Hours flow as lava creeps,
and scattered letters lie forgotten,
dust motes float, their orbits spinning,
shifted by the ghosts of yesteryear.
Categories:
motes, writing,
Form:
Quatrain
...inspired by 'October Tune' by Joseph Brodsky
A shelf reveals sepia-toned pictures,
floorboards groan with memories
of ages past and old men creaking,
shadows flicker lightly on the wall.
Hours flow as lava creeps,
and scattered letters lie forgotten,
dust motes float, their orbits spinning,
shifted by the ghosts of yesteryear.
Categories:
motes, inspirational, writing,
Form:
Quatrain
The light is flooding in
Spinning whirling dots
Dust motes land soft on my skin
Their glory makes me glow
Spinning whirling dots
The light outlines my thoughts
Their glory makes me glow
Like transcendent snow
The light outlines my thoughts
Dust motes land soft on my skin
Like transcendent snow
The light is flooding in
Categories:
motes, allegory, happiness, life, light, light, me,
Form:
Pantoum
Ivory-clad finger carves a path;
signs of neglect incur her wrath.
Minuscule motes swirl aloft;
lungs are clogged as hands waft.
Blanket covers all
on floor and wall.
Was just fine,
this shrine:
mine.
------------------------------------------
March 2017
For the "Dust" contest sponsored by Shadow Hamilton - Ninth Place.
Categories:
motes, bereavement, death, grave, mother son, sad, tribute,
Form:
Nonet
TAO
Tao
To Flagstaff
Jesus
moneyless
homeless
hateless
how can I really hate you
if I am numb and there are icicles
in me
how can I really hate you
as much as you deserve particles
of dust
motes smoteing freely forming
in all of the city
dirty city
Love gone
Jesus
TAO
Charles Hice
Copyright ©2006 Charles Hice
Categories:
motes, imagination, lost love, places, city, hate,
Form:
Free verse
There is no Beauty.
In all the world
there is no Beauty.
In anywhere at all.
There is nothing
that is Beautiful.
The flowers, the clouds,
the Thousand Buddhas,
the kelp, the cottage,
the gazelle, the shell...
the motes in Autumn sun,
the twinkling nights,
the flecking paint.
Her neck...
There, too, is nothing
to
which we cannot bring
Beauty.
Categories:
motes, beauty,
Form:
Free verse
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
a language lost to time
signs and shadows
wax on a dying flame
into a twilight rain
with the pulse of the divintity
of silence and static
casting secrets to an empty room, void
Categories:
motes, art, deep, dream, imagination, poetry, spiritual, surreal,
Form:
Free verse
Sometimes
There is too much silence
To write
Or too many motes
Frolicking in a grin of light
But at others, the urn
Of senses overflows
(who knows? who knows?)
But here the slick street stretches
Like a wet flame
Tasting what will be, has been
But illumines not
beginning or end
only what this pity, sweet pity
of my all little ever has been now?
transitory
Categories:
motes, confusion, introspection, life, philosophy, time,
Form:
Free verse
Fortuitous
having hands to hold
onto memories,
yet no mouth to speak of them
Blind
to mistakes repeated,
yet showering the world
in tainted images
Even the mirror
holds onto half-smile secrets
(jealously)
Each a photo-copy,
fading to motes in twinkling eyes
Sitting astride Mobius circle
always thinking,
finality is a bend away
and yet,
I always
finish where I
began.
Categories:
motes, life,
Form:
Free verse
The engorged sky billows,
a monochromatic delight
of soft tones ...
a lullaby
of tissue paper edges
fragile as a primrose.
The bashful sun blushes
sending pastel light through notes
of grey to white
soft, velveteen.
harmonies overlap
shadow less, spiritual.
Ah, the sweet octaves
of visual light defrayed by motes
of earthly ash
upon the sky
bring such joy to mankind
fragile as a primrose.
Categories:
motes, art, music, nature, light, light, , Lullaby,
Form:
Free verse
We felt tiny,
Her hand in mine
Upon that strand,
Sundown’s rich show
Of indigo
And pink, lush hues
To darkness washed,
True pitch in which
Pale surf, aglow,
Whooshed, foaming in
‘Neath stars, aglitter,
So infinite—
Oh! flecks we were,
Mere motes until
My arms I wrapped
Around my wife
And, lost in love,
We shared a kiss:
Wide world, sea vast,
Eternal sky
Then faded all
To naught.
Categories:
motes, kiss, love, marriage, universe,
Form:
Blank verse