As a Moth: Others and Me

Sometimes I feel out of place.

Some days I am a moth among butterflies,
Similar, but not quite right,
They fly so easily,
While I'm left stumbling,
Their colors glisten in afternoon rays,
I search by moonlight,
For meanings that once haunted my dreams,
Time is running,
Soon it will be morn,
The wait tears these wings,
Can't it be now?

Beauties stare,
Never having seen a such a thing,
I must be startling,
With my fuzzy chest and dim shades,
Whispering unfamiliar names,
No one they've met,
Has flown toward flames,
Let alone darkness.

Although I don't see quite as clearly,
Or know the point in following bees,
I can show you the stars,
And tell their stories.

Reviews

[Ted Kniffen]

I like your premise here, Natalie. The comparison of beauty to not so pretty comes across well. The idea that we all have a reason to exist...no matter how we look...we can show you things you may not know.

One thing - is the use of commas at the end of every line tends to stop the flow. Third to last line Know should be no.

A fine effort.

[kentuck14]

N,
What a wonderful poem that speaks so well of "feeling different." It's good to see you understand the beauty of "being" different. Again, a fine piece of poetry! Love the juxtaposition of butterflies and moths. It's as if you entered the world of the Luna Moth and came away with his/her secrets.
T

[R.E. Ray]

Natalie, what a surprising and refreshing ending! This poem reminds us that envy takes us away from our own talents and treasures. Well conveyed here!