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moths ( via Magpie Tales )


if i could
i would steal
the sun 
& the moon
swallow them whole
and 
call off the morning

if i could
i would tell you 
everything 
i've done 
or failed to do
 letting the night fall down
unpinned & unafraid

if i could
i would be the star
of your 
40 watt galaxy
& never the moth burned
in the pull
 of your gravity

2014-Rene

Comments

  1. AnonymousSeptember 7, 2014 at 7:45 PM

    " i would be the star
    of your
    40 watt galaxy"
    I liked that line. A lot. Strong poem. Thanks for sharing it.

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  2. Sherry Blue SkySeptember 7, 2014 at 8:01 PM

    Very cool imagery, especially in that last stanza. Wowzers!

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  3. AnonymousSeptember 7, 2014 at 9:24 PM

    letting the night fall down unpinned & unafraid and that last stanza- outstanding

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  4. MarianSeptember 8, 2014 at 6:32 AM

    yeah... stupid moths. love this.

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  5. BerowneSeptember 8, 2014 at 7:12 AM

    Ah yes, there's been many a morning when I wished they'd called it off...

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  6. Silent Otto September 8, 2014 at 7:29 AM

    Wow call of the morning in thus 40 watt galaxy...thats cool, mate

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  7. ZQSeptember 8, 2014 at 8:59 AM

    Wonderful piece!
    ZQ

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  8. injaynesworldSeptember 8, 2014 at 12:28 PM

    What a beautiful response to the photo. I wish I could write poetry. I will have to be content to enjoy yours. Lovely piece.

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  9. HelenSeptember 8, 2014 at 12:44 PM

    This is one of your finest ... If I could I would ~~ sigh.

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  10. 21 WitsSeptember 8, 2014 at 6:21 PM

    This is the way to live!

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  11. Carrie Van HornSeptember 9, 2014 at 11:16 AM

    Wonderfully written Rene.....I love the imagery in this!

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  12. Tess KincaidSeptember 10, 2014 at 2:41 PM

    My new favorite of yours...

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  13. AnonymousSeptember 11, 2014 at 2:09 AM

    WOW... this is fantastic. Love and Light, S

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  14. lynn'sgardenSeptember 13, 2014 at 7:16 AM

    Me like-y!!!
    I've been away from blogging so long...
    I kept looking for the 'like' button!

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  15. Vodka MomSeptember 18, 2014 at 10:11 PM

    If I could swallow the moon whole.....I would.


    and then do it again.


    and again.


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  16. Michelle My BellSeptember 22, 2014 at 8:21 PM

    I love this!

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  17. Vodka MomSeptember 22, 2014 at 10:39 PM

    if only i could.........

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  18. LillySeptember 23, 2014 at 4:09 AM

    Wow, loved it. You are so clever with words. The imagery...you are one talented lady.

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