Paul Willason Poet Free verse

Edgar Allan Poe

It is the desire of the moth
for the star…..
                 -  Edgar Allan Poe

I awoke this morning
to find the powdery imprint
of wings on a window 
that must have been left 
by a moth trying
to get in when it
careered full flight 
into glass, blinded 
and driven lovesick 
by the glow from a light
I had kept turned on 
when reading 
Edgar Allan Poe
late last night.

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Christopher Haywood September 11, 2026 at 1:53 PM I love how Poe writes, one of my favorite writers, e.g., "The Sphinx", the optical illusion of a monster. There is nothing on earth that is perfect not even ideal beauty. I love this poem, it's simple and says a lot. - Christopher "Chris" Haywood

Lin Lane June 10, 2025 at 5:59 PM Drawn to love as Poe was to Lenore, the moth wanted nothing more than to love what he desperately tried to reach. Love can cause such pain and suffering... death. Paul, Poe was often misunderstood. His life cut too short, and I dare say some he would've written would've become as masterful and memorable as those he completed. Seriously fine poetry. Paul Willason June 11, 2025 at 12:03 AM Absolutely love your comments Lin...you do honor to Poe. His belief in the transcendence of love is what survives as his great legacy...despite his considerable suffering which he made into art. Many thanks Lin for your thoughtful and informed words on Poe...take care dear friend.