a moth hovers on ground
its wings broken
only a few hours
but its life cut short
I pick it up
place it on my palm
pitifully it watches me
(or so I think)
radial light beckons it
with much effort
dangerously dangling
it rises and falls to the ground.
nothing gets done. nothing gets done.
I think a moth only lives 24 hours. So sad, really, compared to our lives! And then there's the mammoth...
ReplyDeletepoignant poem Gautami!
ReplyDeletePamela
Nice poem. Poor moth!
ReplyDeleteBut it rises.. enough..and then kind hearts offer the injured soothing touch.. lovely poem Gautami..
ReplyDeletePoor moth! Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteVery vivid and well done.
ReplyDeleteYou're MOTHering that Moth :)
ReplyDeleteWhat did you do with that moth then?
ReplyDeletelovely Gautami....I do not like killing or destroying anything...but sometimes those MOsquitos get the best of me...we try talking nice to them.....they just keep swarming...anyways I always enjoy your words.....take care
ReplyDeleteI suppose out of all living things, we have the strangest appreciation of time.
ReplyDeleteI don't normally take much notice of moths, but I will in the future!
ReplyDeleteYou you always live in the dark?
ReplyDeleteBut then again it produces your best work aye........
I love the respect you show toward all of life. Would that others would do the same. Terrific write, as usual,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
Remind me of mayfly somehow :) It can only live 30minutes to a day once it reached its adulthood, life is really short:<
ReplyDeleteAn excellent post! =) The moth has my sympathies, lol. Wonderfully written!
ReplyDelete-Weasel
Like my day. :) great poem and well put.
ReplyDeletevery poignant poem.. I loved it..
ReplyDelete--Someone Is Special--
nicely done!
ReplyDeletesad yet beatifuly portrayed...
ReplyDeleteyou really have a way with words...
Your work speaks volumes. I really enjoyed reading this Guatami.
ReplyDeleteI also understand your comment re: summer, I'm not one either!
Hugs, G
www.mypoeticpath.wordpress.com
So many moths, so many broken wings in this world...
ReplyDelete...rob
So many broken moths, but yet, it could have been a butterfly. And therein lies sorrow for a beautiful life cut short.
ReplyDeleteA sad little poem. One can read it for what it is, or as something symbolic.
ReplyDeleteI found a stunningly beautiful moth on vacation one year. It looked like it had been painted by Zunis or some other Native American tribe. Nature is so amazing.
I loved "moth or mammoth." I have a photo I took of a luna moth when I was at a writers retreat recently. I hadn't realized until then that this type only lives 24-76 hours and in the moth phase they have no mouth and that their only function is to procreate. It was living on the ceiling in the lodge where I slept and when it began "rising and falling", I took it outside where it could die peacefully in the green grass.
ReplyDeleteNothing gets done..yet everything gets done - albeit quickly. Beautifully put..as brief, mighty and succinct as the moth's life itself..thanks for your visit..Jae
ReplyDeleteI enjoy imagining you holding that moth. I have written poetry about insects from time to time so reading this one delights me...
ReplyDeletePoor little thing...
My Carry On Tuesday Poem, Facts and Figures.
Lovely poem - my garbled thoughts
ReplyDeleteproperly expressed. I wonder if moths feel time at the same pace that we do.
I love this. Beautiful, sad, powerful; so many emotions in this poem.
ReplyDeletePoor, wee moth. So sad.
ReplyDeleteMine’s here.