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.
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.
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.
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.
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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