"Foolish Moths..."

"Foolish Moths..."

A Poem by Chris
"

I visited Ed Hart's pages...

"

 

I was visiting Ed Hart's pages today... His "Fire" -

 

http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/edhart7/1155531/


led to my thoughts flowing into this:

 

 


"Foolish Moths..."

 

It's Spring

and mirrors lie

and eyes still see

    and the mind ...understands

 

Fingertips waver and sway

     remembering

     wishing, wanting to seek

...wanting to be...

alive -- burned -- to feel Heart's FIRE

flowing each ...tip

dancing in the springtide

- days and satinsilk nights.

 

Heat

- and the frantic whispers --

drawing each close and closer still

the turnings, flowings

beings - becomings

 

     touch and so touched...

 

Wanted ...wanting ...

wished ...wishing...

...so missed.

 

Light reflects so softly

from faces watching their stars

     watching the clouds floating away

     watching the waves thunder ashore

     watching hands just begging to be given a Rose...

     watching eyes slowly filling

     watching everyone passing by...

 

breathing the fragrance of each breaths' pause

    tasting the essence of a smile

gazing within then through every perception

...and quietly letting go.

 

I wonder if my wings would have been...

 

Chris.

 

© 2013 Chris


Author's Note

Chris
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A very creative and skillfully done poem.
Very beautiful!

Posted 6 Years Ago


I love all the ways people describe the loving. Some people are soft and shy with it, some people are fast and hot with it. I love all the ways.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Chris

6 Years Ago

Thanks for pausing with me angi and for leaving your thoughts.
Your poem has such rich layers. The reader peels back each one and savors it. We all yearn for that flame that reminds us that we are alive.

Posted 6 Years Ago


I like the construction of this along with the flowing thought line.
An excellent piece. :)

Posted 6 Years Ago




"Wanted ...wanting ...

wished ...wishing...

...so missed.



Light reflects so softly

from faces watching their stars

watching the clouds floating away

watching the waves thunder ashore

watching hands just begging to be given a Rose...

watching eyes slowly filling

watching everyone passing by..."

I die in these words...it's so hard to read you sometimes, truly excruciating, that's how talented you are. I do read, always, mostly it's just too hard to comment.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Corset

6 Years Ago

If you ever feel an unexpected urge to giggle or bake another chocolate cake, you'll know I've read .. read more
Chris

6 Years Ago

works for me... I make real whipped cream for ice cream and pies too
Corset

6 Years Ago

because you value the authenticity of the genuine deal, only the freshest ingredients can make it ta.. read more
Nothing else. I liked it. It's in the library.

Posted 6 Years Ago


This was chalk full of beautiful imagery, but the think I enjoyed the most was the flow. Such a lilting and quiet flow of words that were still powerful and emotive. Very well written, my friend!

Posted 6 Years Ago


i was going to pick a line but damn it was all amazing and tl is right you have some powerful imagery great job as always..


I wonder if my wings would have been...


Posted 6 Years Ago


Wow. So I read Ed's then yours and found yours to be a beautiful antiphonal piece. Lush with imagery and deep thought That last line.....yes, this is splendid poetry.

Posted 6 Years Ago


I had to read this several times. All the amazing descriptions you're giving are life. Wonderful warm things that we are drawn to. We get close so we can see them and enjoy them. The wonderful things of life are meant to be enjoyed though, not owned. Just as a moth can't own fire, else be burned to nothing. That's what I got out of it anyway. Awesome poem.

Posted 6 Years Ago



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