Philosophy of a Moth

[Makai]

Lightning rod decisions of a moth
who can't help but fly into flames
Sincerely natural, slightly smoldering
taking leave to cooler climes
Prospects of high water healing
soothing checkered-burning wings

Departing for the Atlantic
mercurial Pacific badly named
Drawn by Atlantian memories
to renewing pools of wisdom
and ancient temple ceremonies
that lay slumbering in the past
shrouded in fluid dreamtime

Following her instincts
might seem a foolish thing
Impetuous and reckless
risking such fragile collateral
as gossamer limbs to flames

Born to live in obscure shadows
drawn perpetually to light
Nothing to do with wrong or right
it simply is her flight

[duskmuse]

Hello
I liked your poem especially your title. It was eye catching, sorry if this is a bad comment because my sister is ranting about something. It's very distarting. Anyhow, the important things. I loved the way your poem flowed without rhyming. It's always nice to see poems like that. My personal favorite stanza was the last, I really enjoyed that one especially the first line. I read it a few times becuase I loved it so much. I didn't see anything wrong with it, which is a good thing unless you wanted to learn to improve your writing.
Thanks for sharing and good luck with writing
-Dusk Muse

[Makai]

Thank you once again, I love it when people comment telling me what they like and where I can be improved upon. I like it even more when my rambling is actually loved.

This one came after some difficulties I had speaking up when perhaps I should (for sanity's sake) have kept my mouth shut. I responded to bulling behavior, drew a lot of fire for it and a poem was born.

[Dark Muse]

This was quite beautiful. I love moth's I think it is quite unfair, the way many people view moths. Everyone loves butterflies, but are afraid of moths when they are virtually the same.

[Delta40]

Omg! You didn't use the word 'fluttering' Now that takes skill! You are gifted indeed to drum up such a visual journey that at the end the only fluttering, was my eyes.

thank you.

[Makai]

Omg! You didn't use the word 'fluttering' Now that takes skill! You are gifted indeed to drum up such a visual journey that at the end the only fluttering, was my eyes.

thank you.

I'm a fairly new poet and a middle aged woman, perhaps the combination gives me a different approach to how my lines flow out of me.

Who knows, but the encouragement is certainly "fluttering" my grateful heart.

Thank you


This was quite beautiful. I love moth's I think it is quite unfair, the way many people view moths. Everyone loves butterflies, but are afraid of moths when they are virtually the same.

You know I've always loved moths too ever since I was a child. They are not as flashy as butterflys (most of them), still I too have been charmed by them forever.

Thank you