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death, hope, insect, nature,
I was reading in my study
On my desk a moth lay stunned,
It had flew into my lamp,
I fear 'tis moribund.
It had fluttered around the room
Erratic in its flight,
Yet in all that empty space
It collided with my light.
I felt sad at its demise
As it flopped beside my book,
How unfortunate I thought
If only it had looked.
I imagine it flew towards the light
In hope of navigation,
Heading, it thought for safety
But meeting devastation.
allegory, angst, death, depression, mother, passion, sad, son, mother,
Flickering flame too near,
Attraction to your death
You're too hypnotized to fear
As you flirt with your final breath
Your mother off and
to the side,
Watches you do
your dangerous dance
In frustration she has cried...
Return to your Mother Moth's
Don't dive into that flame
Can't you hear the cries above?
You fly too close
to untimely death.
animals, death, loss, sympathy
Oh waxy moth!
Why to my candle must you be drawn?
This is light is unholy in your sight
And will only cause end to your flight.
Yet here you be this warm summer night
Circling that flickery target of your plight.
Just one bump is all it took
Never to set sail again, forever stuck on foot.
Tonight you'll wander through the grass
And I can't help but wish you luck
Even though I know too well that tomorrow
I won't be seeing you.
Oh waxy moth!
Why to my candle must you have been drawn?
your happy tears,
the fire burned,
through the years,
flesh will rot,
from your bone,
you are truly,
slowly you'll drown,
in the end,
the world will,
all fall down.
beauty, death, destiny, friend, moon, nature, poetry,
My poet friend is a silkworm siren
Telling me how a poem is meant to be
Classic are her verses as if from Byron
A Luna Moth's mental messages to me
Only a week to live for her mating chore
The poet Luna, Nature's manifestation
Ofttimes urges me to compose much more
Musings that trip poetic imagination
Her beauty belies what her death may be
Wings splay open for eyeful decoration
This moon moth flies by night to destiny
So she awakens silent supplication
Luna's dying defies that she can't hide
Says she'll meet me on the other side
10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, death, spiritual,
spiritual luna moth
leaving your body behind
nothing can confine you now
unencumbered in every way
death a happy release