The Moth Beats Its Wings

the moth beats its wings
  frantically
  now elevating
  now lowering
  apocalyptically...
the candle extinguished
  what was that
     all about
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Goldsmith Avatar
October 4, 2021 at 10:18 AM
A very creative write. Few words with a story told. Have a great/blessed day...............
Ball Avatar
September 27, 2021 at 8:54 AM
As the saying goes he was Blinded By The Light. I like moths and butterflies. Nothing God has created is without purpose. Great stuff here. God Bless, JB
Flood Avatar
September 14, 2021 at 4:40 PM
This poem has me worried, Gershon. You’ve obviously spent as much time fascinated by mothy antics as I have. How an ny man hours, worldwide, are being thus wasted? What marvels have never been invented because we’re all watching moths. ;-)
Wolf Avatar
September 23, 2021 at 6:18 PM
Well, I'd rather spend my time with butterflies, truth be told. Take care, Terry. :) gw
Radice Avatar
September 14, 2021 at 2:04 AM
Rightly or wrongly I sense an air of Icarus in your wonderful rhyme Gershon. Cheers - Gary
Wolf Avatar
September 23, 2021 at 6:17 PM
Icarus and the Apocalypse, I guess. Thanks Gary. ~ Gershon
Rodrigues Avatar
September 13, 2021 at 9:03 PM
A bit of humor
Wolf Avatar
September 23, 2021 at 6:17 PM
Bit o' Honey... Bit o' Humor. ~ Good Humor Man
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