Tuesday, June 26, 2007

We flutter fly in sunset song

The rustle wing hum

comforting suffocation

Dip
twist turn
milling mindless
within wide
crushing closeness

One moment

of dazzling individuality

breaking boundaries


the
solid snap of conformities restraints
ripple and retract

A leap of faith
the spark

the arc
of incandescent brilliance

flare

in brittle death


Title: Watching moths fly into a bug zapper

3 comments:

burning moon said...

awww, it was all deep and meaningful and then I got to the title, lol

novice.knitter said...

love the language in this. it was strange: subject didn't matter because i was so fond of the words! great sounds here. as for the title, thanks for leaving it for the end. it would have ruined it for me!!

Chris Never said...

I'm thinking now perhaps I'll drop the title altogether, it really brings the tone of the poem done a tad *laughing*

I don't want to wreck what ticks along as quite a nice little image piece

*muses*