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