bare bones poetry

Dust dancing,
still, alone, silent,
glittering above,
reflecting below.
Choking in awe,
I hear music
as wind blows
the dust from my mood.



A poem shrunk from a much longer piece of writing, for dVerse Open Link Night


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9 Responses to bare bones poetry

  1. Ah.. dust dancing is not the beauty of awe..

    it is the dance of dust

    that does inspire awe..:)


  2. Joseph Hesch says:

    I love these patchwork poems. They’re wonderful meals made from a heavier feast. Yet they satisfy as much if not more from their distilled language and openness to understanding. Nice work, Viv.


  3. Colleen says:

    Dust and or stars? The music is hopeful. Somethings can be swept clean with time.


  4. cecilia says:

    love those last two lines.. exactly how i feel sometimes when i am outside.. c


  5. MarinaSofia says:

    Wind blows the dust from my mood – can I have some of your wind machine, please? 😉
    Very nicely condenses – sounds perfect!


  6. The music of the wind is such a great relief.. The dust swirling..


  7. markwindham says:

    bare bones is good, some of my favorite kind


  8. Mary says:

    Yes, the dust from one’s mood can permeate into the corners of life for sure.


  9. vivchook says:

    ooh! Viv! This is great! Simple, yet quite complex, really. Well done.
    And Merry Christmas, too. xVivienne, of OneVoice Poetry


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