Wayzata, Minnesota

Monday, September 23, 2013

The Mag - 187

"Life is a frail moth flying caught in the web of the years that pass." Sara Teasdale

The Moth and The Lamp by Cesar Santos

Night Traveler

  All along
I've milked these years
as if you were
a day-flier.

in the web
of all those years

and your evening flight-
I stand still
eyes closed shut
forever willing
I'd catch
your landing.
Touched by
the wings of a moth
in jest
I'd feel
a thousand spirits before me
taking flight.
 On the wings of chance

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Cloudia said...


ALOHA from Honolulu
Comfort Spiral
=^..^= <3

Truedessa said...

On the wings of chance just to feel the spirit...

Jerry E Beuterbaugh said...

Very well done!

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Sounds spidery...

darlin said...

Karen this is fantastic! If you haven't published your poetry yet my question is why not? You have a magical way with words and how you can look at this photo and write what you did is truly a gift.

Have yourself a wonderful week!

Kutamun said...

So complex, emerfing from such a deep place... Thanks

Little Nell said...

Lovely; almost ethereal and as delicate as a moth's wing.