Poetry Friday!
Yea!
It's hosted today
by Anasta-
sia's Poet Poet. You may
find a poem to say...
...that's enough rhyming, okay?
Here's my poem with a little video clip - I'm sure the clip will be here.
Ahhh. There we go!
For a Dead Moth in Winter
On a summer’s night
I saw you fluttering -
Fluttering to meet my kitchen light.
In the morning light
I saw you resting -
Resting from your midnight flight
In the autumn’s blight
I saw you struggling -
Struggling in a silky plight.
In dead winter’s bright
I see you fluttering -
Fluttering as a tree strung kite.
©Donna JT Smith 2/28/2014
This piece, for me, has a quiet, meditative zen feeling to it – taking in the course of the little moth clearly without illusion.
ReplyDeleteNice, but a little sad. I'm always unsettled by finding a little shell of an insect on a windowsill in winter.
ReplyDeleteYes, lovely but sad, but I like the life you gave this moth via your poem. :)
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ReplyDeleteLove that final line "like a tree strung kite", Donna. And I was going to ask if you really found one, but then I watched the video-amazing that it's still there after all the snow.
ReplyDeleteLovely, even in death.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Wendy, this poem does have a very meditative quality. "Fluttering as a tree strung kite" is a beauty of a line.
ReplyDeleteWow...I love how we see the moth "flutter" through the seasons of its life bringing us to its (and our) final "flight". Thanks for sharing. = )
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