a moth poem
Submitted by softserve on Fri, 10/16/2009 - 6:47pm.
Love is a white moth which tumbles, does
sommersaults through the air, and flutters
towards you. There's passion in the silence that was
you, laughing; my love, my love, I stutter
now, as love's wings soften to a hush
and the white moth perches on your lashes.
Stop. Be still, flower, and let your blush
be noisy, oh, hold the gallant crashes
of emotions inside, until my caring hands
can cup our peace, our bug, and set it free
to fly above where angels sleep on clouds--
to where lovers, from their lives, flee--
from wars, too, and deaths, and shackles and crowds.
Now as you and I secure our endeavor,
let the laughter continue on forever.
WOW
this is amazing. I absolutely love it. I mean, I honestly can't begin to even point out the best elements because it was that ALL great kind of poem that makes your heart ache a little when you read it. WOW>this one rocks. Big time.
This just might be
the best poem I've read on this site. I absolutely do love it...
thank you
thanks, frost, i'm glad you like it. i'm new to this style of poetry, so i really appreciate the compliment.
you are welcome
this is probably in my top 10 of my all time favorite poems...famous and unknown authors alike.
You've really got something here with this one.
yeah
swung by all this time later for another read. This one is a winner. This one deserves study and consideration. I'm not kidding here.