Moths
Small moths stir
in the darkness.
I feel their
wings brush my
face, my hands,
remembering the cry
of something unseen.
It is windy
again this morning.
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“Moths” first appeared here in July 2015.
O at the Edges
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
O at the Edges 
This reads like a long haiku. Nice work!!!!
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Thank you, Daniel. I’m so pleased it seems so.
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Haibun, haiku, with Okaji-goodness: you are the master. We might as well call it ‘Hai-kaji-bun”!
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Ha!
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More than a hint of haiku here.
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The influences occasionally peek out…
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It is good to be aware of this, Robert.
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They’re always lurking.
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Very evocative. Nice poem.
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Thanks very much, Roger.
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Near-premonitions, those almost-thoughts that skirt the edge of our consciousness, sometimes will appear in full focus and we wonder why they seem so familiar.
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They’re difficult to believe!
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Nice poem, and I love the moth picture. Reminded me of a moth I saw once years ago that was completely white.
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Thank you, Andrew. Moths fascinate me.
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You’re welcome.
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Liked it before, like it even more. Reading it again made me realize I always associate moths with the subconscious, ephemeral things that flutter up from the darkness to the light like thought.
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O, these nocturnal elements!
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Moths seem to get a bad press, but there is something charming about their daftness & hirsute beauty.
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They’re not as bright as their cousins, but retain their own beauty.
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A childhood terror that is a grown-up annoyance…or perhaps a grown-up prompt for a poem. Moths used to send me into absolute paroxysms up until age 6 or 7. Maybe it was those fake eyes on the wings.
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I find them comforting for some unknown reason.
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Excellent.
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Thank you, Roger.
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it’s so beautiful. nice work. love it!
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Thanks very much!
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A haunting image.
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Thank you, Darryl.
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Probably less poetical, but for sure not less powerful, one of the best moth is the “moth into flame” by Metallica!
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Ha! I never would have thought of Metallica. Thank you for that.
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I love how this poem gives me so many different images and feelings though it seems to really only be about one or two. That is really well written and I get this fluttering like feel while reading it like moths flying around.
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Thanks very much. You have made my day!
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I don’t know why I love “It is windy again this morning.” My favorite things are the ones that echo for unknown reasons.
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I’m so pleased it resonates for you.
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