As dawn breaks apart
the edges of another day,
uncertainty comes too-
The silent moth unbidden flies
from the cornered shadows
of my bedroom
frantic wings flee me
and the dark.
I see not an intruder but
a fateful refugee
perhaps sent to probe
the virtuous nature
of a heart flush with fortune.
I cup my hands gently
around the winged creature
knowing it would be far less
trouble to drop it
in the toilet,
destination a watery grave,
it’s only a moth, after all.
Yet its wings
beat against my palms
not with a threat
but with a plea…for life;
our connection is complete
in this moment
the moth and me
need only one thing — mercy
image credit: Max Kleinen
Reblogged this on A Cornered Gurl and commented:
Sandy has such an intuitive and forthright mind. She’s also quite bold in her delivery and I love her writing for these things. I read this poem and I can see the imagery, feel the intensity, and respect the ending. It connects. She creates connection.
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WOW Tre, this is a very generous comment. Thank you for the repost! I’m still getting my c-legs with wordpress but I’ll get there. This gives me a boost as I muddle through. 🙂
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You’re most welcome! You’ve got this!
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This is lovely! Saw it over at Tre’s. Cheers!!! 🙂
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Thank you soooo much! And thank you Tre for the repost!
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My pleasure! 🙂
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Vivid and touching.
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You’re kind to say so, and your comment means a lot! 🙂
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You’re welcome!
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