Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
Sunshine and Dust Motes
I am captured here
behind velvet walls,
winging birds outside the window.
Time is my bunk-mate;
Gentle Regrets
sweeten my tea:
the passon fruit has decayed
and yet
I make of this an odd contentment;
even Lonliness can be a friend
if you have no other;
I made of this my strange concoction
which grows upon you such
that its deficiences
can seem in time strangely beautiful;
but this, too, is the lonliness of knowing
no one can understand
this odd beauty
but I.
So I smooth the table cloth
and dust the furniture
watch the dust motes fly
glittering momentarily;
the sun behind
illuminating them;
creating the illusion
that dust flying
is a star.
And each one is I
fluttering ever so gently
to the inevitable ground
but retrieved every now and again
by gentle
household breezes
which I stir
to save them.
poem
by
Lonnie Hicks
solid border
dashed border
dotted border
double border
groove border
ridge border
inset border
outset border
no border
blue
green
red
purple
cyan
gold
silver
black