she flutters through the night
like a moth
easing between currents
content with the dark quiet
timid when shadows flee
knowing from experience
the light can sting
for the Mag
she flutters through the night
like a moth
easing between currents
content with the dark quiet
timid when shadows flee
knowing from experience
the light can sting
for the Mag
Filed under Poetry
lovely poem-daylight can illuminate with a sting.
How we can survive only in dark is a scary thought,
Lovely
the last line….too good!!!!
It is lovely but the tenses need to be consistent. ‘flee’ needs to be ‘fled’. Or, change all the verbs to present. It depends how you like the sound and feel. Two poems in a week? I don’t know.
yes, sometimes the brain must shift away from the numbers…and it is a cool picture at the Mag this week. Changed first verb, more better now.
I love the Mag stuff. It may not evoke a poem but I’m about to post a nifty image. Almost about to.
From a few words, you capture many layers of understanding…
Loveliness…
I especially like the ending of this one. Well done.
=)
Like this, although I feel for the already stung.
the light can sting !!