Like Moths to Flame

we are

Like Moths to Flame:

In darkness of night

with unceasing flight

moths pursue flames

til death stakes its claim.

Mortals like moths

so much the same

pursuing world fame

til death proves it's vain.

Reviews

[Sk. Kamarul Islam]

Man frequently runs after name and fame untill death. A sad truth of human life.
I'm loving your poems.

[carl]

thank you for taking the time to read and review my work, appreciate your kind words. - carl

[Amy R]

This poem reflects on how both moths and humans are drawn to seemingly attractive goals that can lead to their demise. A very deep poem.

Thanks for sharing.
-Amy

[carl]

thanks for the read and review, Amy, much appreciated. I find it enlightening and amusing both at the same time to consider the crossovers between ourselves and the "lower" animals. Always appreciated David referring to himself as a worm. -carl

[Amy R]

True, the world itself is interesting mustless creations,
you're welcome

[Fabian G. Franklin]

So many names come to mind of those whose fame just swallowed them whole, Garbo, Elvis, Cash, Marilyn Monroe, Michael Jackson, etc. Excess of drugs and alcohol abounded with rock stars and musicians of our generation. I think fame takes a special strength to manage. I'd never want to try to tackle that one. The fame of introverts seems somewhat safer being generally posthumous. I don't think I have much to be wary of on any account. ;)

[carl]

in 1971 I had to take the day off from work to morn the death of Jim Morrison - more recently the passing of Tom Petty was cause for distress b/c the cause was the same as a band members earlier who Petty bemoaned and said he should have done more to help him. Fame is a hard task master that few can manage.
thanks for the read and review - ditto on the no worries - carl

[Arundass TP]

Moths are sometimes beautiful than butterflies. They are night fliers and some in day time. Beautiful poem. Loved it

[Mauricio Montoya]

I like this write so short but such insight to the bigger picture, this brought me back to Mexico now I'm a city boy but my brother-in-law took me to his land deep in the hills of Chihuahua Mex old country no electricity no cars, candle and lanters, we've be drinking a our pass time was when insects would hit the glass of the lanter. We would even bet, now the moths were stupid they land on the glass stuck, slow death but the mesqiutos would dive and die but our bet was how many would die but this pair of homeboys would not agree because the moths where still alive,on that's a loop hole. Thank you for sharing a great wrire.
How cold we had to wait for them to die, for me it brought memories because I actually felt something but your write so true because Mexico is what I not believe but I understand the difference that we are the because we live by the same rules.good write because you made me wonder will be blinded by the we see is fire.
Thank you for sharing.

[carl]

thank you for the read and review, I enjoyed your telling story of your experience in Mexico, thanks for the kind words on my poem - carl

[Mauricio Montoya]

Hey it was short piece of many words but imagery can be placed in many stories since the beginning of time. Lol yours just happen to pick one out of my mind, thanks

[John the Baptist]

Indeed, celebrity can be a lethal thing. People struggle to get it and then fear they'll lose it. It's no wonder so many famous people die wretched deaths.

[carl]

and often so very young