poetry: moths, we are

sitting across me
hands breathing fire
you burn sunflowers
into moonless shadows

remember

touch inky waves
scream amber light
open every sunroof
rotate back to you


For anyone struggling right now, but especially Cin.

14 thoughts on “poetry: moths, we are

  1. Yes. Yes, is that saying enough?

    There was a wise man once who said, the only real answer to anything, the only loving answer, is the singular response – yes. Every question and answer has a “yes” answer, even those times when you need lay down the common sense and see in another way.

    Try it sometime. A thought experiment. See if you see differently.

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    • Not in the slightest! I love and appreciate your comments so very much. You have nothing to apologize for.

      Poetry is personal and emotional. When you can tap into a feeling others understand, thatโ€™s when it works really well. This one might not work because itโ€™s too abstract. Iโ€™m learning.

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    • How very Gemini of you (my daughter is one as well)! The intention of that word was for her to rotate back to herself, as if she’s become turned away from who she really is. Is it that the word feels harsh in this context?

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