Moth

Not meant to be form perfect, or perfectly written. Thoughts that came after a dream the next day.

Moth

 

In the quiet,

sits she.

Unmoving,

silently.

Mahogany eyes

in the soft, satin skies

swim the seas of the day’s memories.

Another one passed,

suggested and told.

of this,

and of that,

and the day became old….

cold…

bold…………listen……

 

Melancholy the tunes hum,

hours of shadowed time,

she remembered a small crinkle

which could have been mine.

What beats is for one,

meant ever for two,

never quite finding

the right shade of hue.

The spectrum,

and arch,

the dots in the sky…

fade on the wind

ephemeral goodbyes.

There is no forever,

no promise of night

the dark fades away,

returning to light.

Come the moment may,

wish it, we, or not,

spiral the case

to the very small top.

And there on the ledge

by the thousands they grouped,

of burgundy wings

they fluttered in troops.

When small the glow beyond

began blooming inside,

those below foot,

lost root,

and fell aside.

In the quiet,

climbed she,

towards the burgundy light,

like a moth to a flame,

magnetic satellite.

 

 

Reviews

[J]

The ethereal quality of this beautiful piece moves like a dream – your spacing accentuating that feeling. “What beats is for one, meant ever for two, never quite finding the right shade of hue.” So much artistry in the whole poem enveloped in the melancholy of burgundy . . . the music “humming” [brilliant] in the poignant colour of sadness. But burgundy is also a regal colour and not all hope is lost . . . So many beautifully sculpted phrases here demonstrates your poetic muscles are evva in fine tone! How do ya do dat? Well done, Lovely. x

[Seriana]

Ahh, my precious. Thank you kindly for your review. Warm fuzzies inside when you stop by. :)

[Periac]

wonderful as you have always been

[poetgurl]

This is wonderful, I often find moths mysterious.

ephemeral goodbyes....not sure what epherneral means. I did enjoy your write.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is like something Emily Dickinson would write about one of her male fantasies, perhaps thinking of one of the poets she admired so much...and the moth to the flame...attracted, magnetized, burned up by the thoughts, the fantasy, even when it is only a dream.
this is such an engaging piece of writing....Love the pace and the slant rhyme which really adds to the power of the words.
j.

[Seriana]

Awe, thank you for the lovely review! Emily Dickinson? What a wonderful comparison. I'm glad you enjoyed the piece :) Thanks again!

[MarkAndTheOcean]

Very lovely poem, Seriana ! You have some wonderful details and descriptions here, I also enjoy the kind of writing that feels like you're being taken on a pleasant and fluttering trip, like riding a breeze. I also liked it's bittersweet nature, somewhat sad and somewhat beautiful at the same time.
Keep it up :D

[Seriana]

Thank you Mark! Appreciate your observations and glad you enjoyed my new piece. :)

[Ghost writer]

that's very sad, mesmerising and beautifully written.

[Seriana]

Thank you so much for reviewing :)

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

It does not need to be perfect for we are not. It is how you express the feelings and as always you delievered a hurricane into the heart of the reader.

[Seriana]

Thank you Dale. :) Always making a person feel comfortable in their own skin. So happy you enjoyed my new piece. :)

[An owl on the moon]

Dreams are the most beautiful inspirations... they speak to the deeper places of us... and here your dream wove a sacred mingling of beauty and bitterness... I can feel your heart fluttering... seeking the light... all the emotions mingled in the shadows... Sighing in the music here... between life and death... the path leading to the skies... to the perfect flight of the soul.

[Seriana]

Oh my dearest Craig....I'm sure you were there somehow. In between the moments. Thank you for your lovely review. Your reviews, themselves, are like pieces of poetry!

[An owl on the moon]

Only hoping to see more poetry from you here, dear Seriana. Your words belong in poems.

[emmajoy]

' There is no forever, - no promise of night - the dark fades away, - returning to light... ... Come - '

Oh, my dear dear friend.. it is so wonderful to see your words in here... and to sit holding my breath as I read them for the second time. You truly have laid a mix of emotions gathered at what you've felt, seen, dreamed, held, recalled, and yes, again, felt then remembered. Such delicate beauty, the magic of fragility and colour remains.. as it should - if one cares enough. You always have, and you do, yet again.

Beautiful.

' In the quiet, - sits she. - Unmoving, - silently. - Mahogany eyes - in the soft, satin skies - swim the seas of the day’s memories. - Another one passed, - suggested and told. - of this, - and of that, - and the day became old…. cold… bold…………listen……

[Seriana]

Thank you precious friend, for you kind, kind review. Something you said weeks ago would not let go till I wrote. And came to me last night it did. I think dreams are messages in and of themselves. If I told you the entirety of it, you'd laugh hysterics. But I captured but a moment of it here, entwined with other daydream thoughts. Thank you again for your continued support.

[emmajoy]

Don't think I'd laugh hysterics but would giggle with you! Let's keep smiles in our pockets and over time build up to hysterics, yes?! As of right NOW. :)))))

[emmajoy]

Hope all's well ..

[Pete]

this is deep and beautiful. love the title, wording and imagery. the words flutter and float just like a 'moth'. lovely piece that i enjoyed ... :)

mahogany eyes
ephemeral goodbyes
burgundy wings

[Seriana]

Thank YOU Pete, for this lovely review. I liked that you felt it fluttered and floated. That was a very nice analogy!