Category: Poetry In Motion

There Was a Tree

I felt the sun shining through my branches. It was warming the leaves. The change is about to begin again. I can feel the leaves thinning preparing to float down to the Earth. I could feel my roots soaking up the fresh rainwater that fell. There was no better time to be a tree. The…

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Nona

She stood tall at a little more than four feet.She was the grandma I always wanted.The one who baked cookies every holiday.Who had sandwiches ready every time you stopped by.She was the one who taught me what it was to give all of myself to my family.She was a dream I had so many years…

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Dishes

I walk into the kitchen and I see the pile of dishes sitting there. They are all topped on one another. The dishwasher sits just under the counter directly to the left of the sink. It would be so easy to just put the dishes in there and let the dishwasher do the work. But…

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Dinner is Served!

A short story just in time for Halloween. I use a fork in one hand and a knife in the other to cut the steak, admiring its tenderness and juices that spill onto the china. I look outside the kitchen window and notice the moon, smiling at the glow and its perfection. “It’s a full…

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The Lost Dance

He saw her standing alone across the room. She looked sad and tired, almost like she was wilting away. There were people dancing around her. No one noticed her. They looked right at her. No, they looked right through her, and she knew it. She knew that she didn’t fit there and she didn’t want…

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The Vessel

She was running. She was running as fast and as far away as she could. She saw a ship in the distance and she hoped she could make it before it left the dock. She knew that if she didn’t make it to the ship she would just jump into the water and swim as…

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Disappointment and Regret

To be honest, it’s hard not to feel as though disappointment and regret are one-in the same. Beginning to write this, I’m still not entirely sure I know where I’m going with this piece. In the end it might only be filled with disappointment and regret, and still somehow I think that’s the point. Disappointment…

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Black Is…

A void. The Space between, and in between the between. The mold that gaps and comforts the Stars. Beyond the endless boundaries. Black is nothing. Black is everything. Distant, yet close. Before, yet after. Cold, yet comforting. Do not stare for too long. Do not touch. Do not stroll in the unfamiliar. For you will…

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