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deelilah
deelilah
Dec 10, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

The Moth

The year is slowly dying
easily and quietly
like the moth circling
a flickering candle.
His wings flutter
without conviction
as he draws toward the light,
the last bit of warmth
and hope for one more tender night.
The curtain sways in the open window
while frost forms on the lace.
— deelilah, Dec 10, 2009

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Region, Country: Northwest USA, USA

Favorite Poets: E.E. Cummings, Robert W. Service, Emily Dickenson

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Seren

Seren

16 years 6 months ago

Dearest Deelilah

beauitful Images my friend ... solid write I loved it !! sorry for short comments am a little tired lol hugs and love Jayne btw the frost forming on the lace is a beautiful image I wont forget
deelilah

deelilah

16 years 6 months ago

Thank you

Jayne, don't even worry about a short comment. It's a short poem. I liked that particular line too. What a cute little fellow in the picture. Is he real, or some sort of camera trick? Always, Deelilah
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 6 months ago

Lovely poem. The last line

Lovely poem. The last line does it for me. ~A Don’t let your victories go to your head, or your failures go to your heart.
deelilah

deelilah

16 years 5 months ago

Thank you, Kailashana

So glad you like it. The last line is probably why I kept working on it, though I agree with Nina, it is a bit short. Yours, Dee
themoonman

themoonman

16 years 6 months ago

Dee...

The moth is gone for sure, it is 27 degrees here this morning, brrrr on an old man's feet. I need me one of those space heaters under my desk... maybe santa is reading (lol) I can see the moth getting close to the candle trying to survive just one more day... and I too loved the last line, brought it all together nicely. hope all is well with you and yours, toot toooooot
deelilah

deelilah

16 years 5 months ago

Thanks, Richard

Yes, I'll bet 27 is a bit chilly for you lucky people of the south. Thanks for the visit. Talk to you soon. Yours, Deelilah
ID

Ink Dragon

16 years 6 months ago

Dee,

a beautiful snapshot poem. Left me wanting more... any chance of a second stanza? Yours, ~Nina
deelilah

deelilah

16 years 5 months ago

Thanks, Nina

I agree, it does need something more. I have some images of fireflies in my head, maybe I can work on that---summer sultry vs. winter chill. Always, Deelilah
Candlewitch

Candlewitch

16 years 6 months ago

Deelilah

This is very wistful yet beautiful. My favorite lines are: The curtain sways in the open window while frost forms on the lace. Wonderful! Always, Cat
deelilah

deelilah

16 years 5 months ago

Hi Cat

I thought I answered this yesterday, how weird. Somehow the www. sucked it back into curved space. Anyway, I said something like: yes it is sad. The poem is mostly about death, and how sometimes it's easier to just give it up and to follow the light and warmth. There sure are days (more as time goes by) that I don't want to flap my wings so hard. Always love hearing from you. Dee