Gary Smith Poet Rhyme

A Moth Meets Devastation

I was reading in my study
On my desk a moth lay stunned,
It had flew into my lamp,   
I fear 'tis moribund.

It had fluttered around the room
Erratic in its flight,
Yet in all that empty space
It collided with my light.

I felt sad at its demise
As it flopped beside my book,
How unfortunate I thought
If only it had looked.

I imagine it flew towards the light
In hope of navigation,
Heading, it thought for safety
But meeting devastation.

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Quoth Theraven August 19, 2019 at 9:39 AM Gary, I like this poem. Reminds me of "The Mothman Prophecies". Poor moth though. -Richard Gary Smith August 19, 2019 at 10:10 AM Thank you Richard. :)

Caren Krutsinger August 3, 2019 at 5:18 AM I often see moths do this. But not in such an upbeat, jazzy, rhyming way which I think is terrific! Gary Smith August 3, 2019 at 7:00 AM Thank you Caren. :)

Ann Foster August 2, 2019 at 7:30 PM meeting devastation... I sure get that one... Great pen... loved it. Ann Gary Smith August 3, 2019 at 4:24 AM Thank you Ann. :)

Gershon Wolf July 30, 2019 at 8:05 PM Perfectly penned, Gary. Just love it. I'm going to FAVE it, since I 'moth' read it again and again. LOL. Just a delight. ~ gw Gary Smith July 31, 2019 at 5:34 AM Thank you Gershon. :)