"Foolish Moths..."

"Foolish Moths..."

A Poem by Chris
"

I visited Ed Hart's pages...

"

 

I was visiting Ed Hart's pages today... His "Fire" -

 

http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/edhart7/1155531/


led to my thoughts flowing into this:

 

 


"Foolish Moths..."

 

It's Spring

and mirrors lie

and eyes still see

    and the mind ...understands

 

Fingertips waver and sway

     remembering

     wishing, wanting to seek

...wanting to be...

alive -- burned -- to feel Heart's FIRE

flowing each ...tip

dancing in the springtide

- days and satinsilk nights.

 

Heat

- and the frantic whispers --

drawing each close and closer still

the turnings, flowings

beings - becomings

 

     touch and so touched...

 

Wanted ...wanting ...

wished ...wishing...

...so missed.

 

Light reflects so softly

from faces watching their stars

     watching the clouds floating away

     watching the waves thunder ashore

     watching hands just begging to be given a Rose...

     watching eyes slowly filling

     watching everyone passing by...

 

breathing the fragrance of each breaths' pause

    tasting the essence of a smile

gazing within then through every perception

...and quietly letting go.

 

I wonder if my wings would have been...

 

Chris.

 

© 2013 Chris


Author's Note

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My long thoughtful response poofed... So hopefully it works this time. This was a poem I could understand though it took me a few reads and taking the title into consideration. As the masses push themselves into vulnerability, a time devoid of being unable to do as they do, yet the title suggests that it's better that way. It doesn't however agree with the content where there is a clear yearning for the freedom having the choice allows. And you should smile, dear friend. You should shine when you do... as you are a light for others.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Chris

11 Years Ago

How the title is read - aloud remember - makes a world of difference EACT time you read. The actual.. read more
Chris

11 Years Ago

EACT = EACH
I wounder if what I see feels the force of my thoughts? I wounder if what I taste knows the joy of its gift? I wounder if the rock's white puffs of powder are happy or sad exclamations to the iron bar I lift and drive now knee deep.Shoulder aches but the wood gives smooth life through the dead leather grasping my fingers, metal pinching the bars cracked remnants roots life's soil, and the ceder post drops snug solid, The iron tamps remnants,the rocks powder a necklace , my necklace....

Posted 11 Years Ago


lee von cleef

11 Years Ago

Thank you. Much of your work is such a silhouette of emotion in metaphor it just sparks tinder in me.. read more
Chris

11 Years Ago

Inspiration seldom waits for a page and pen...
Chris

11 Years Ago

You should copy and paste the write to your page as well... so others will view and listen. And if .. read more
Feeling the heat and the fire can burn those wings, Perhaps the butterflies stay away for that very same reason..making the most of their short lives by jumping from one beautiful flower to the next and never staying too long on one petal. Just a silly thought from a pensive mind. Your magic observation, flow of words and thoughts always amaze me.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Chris

11 Years Ago

you've been missed
Southern Cross

11 Years Ago

In that case i'll park my wings on your petal for a bit longer as I need to be missed .
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What a poetic heart you have. You see the world in beautiful ways that most never notice.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Chris

11 Years Ago

Good to haave you pause Tate...
This poem is written very well. The flow of this poem is excellent. I enjoy reading your work.
~Res

Posted 11 Years Ago


Chris

11 Years Ago

I hope to see more of you and your thoughts...
This is really, really well written! Very descriptive, and the words flow great :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


Chris

11 Years Ago

That was special... thank you for pausing
Chris, my beloved poet - you telling of stories always seem to crush me. I love how you've embraced that unique talent of descriptive wording, well done, great read.

Posted 11 Years Ago


the heat is building up in the heart's fire. I like this.

Posted 11 Years Ago


I love the wording of this poem, your flowing thoughts are amazing

Posted 11 Years Ago


Stunning!

Posted 11 Years Ago



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