At dVerse Sarah is hosting Quadrille with an invitation to write using the word or a form of the word, swift.
dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Swift
“How is it that moths speak to each other. They tell their love across the fields by scent. There is no mouth, the wrong words are impossible, either a mate is there or he is not, and if so the pair will find each other in the dark.” Barbara Kingsolver
Ever Seeking Darting, you seemed aimless, fluttering, turning, round and round across the indelicate soils of mischance in the fading western light, where once you sowed havoc in the darkened layers of life, just a humble swift moth, ever seeking her feathered light in the night. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
I guess they don’t live long enough to worry about divorces or caterpillar custody! 🙂 Interesting post, Paul. All the best!
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Yes, it’s a short life, lol, thank you Cheryl, hope you’re having a great day.
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This is beyond beautiful–captures various emotions perfectly!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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🙂
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😊✨👍
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I love this, Paul. That last line in particular – delicate as a moth’s wing. Beautiful .
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Many thanks Sarah, love your response 🙂
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Are we not all like moths, and are we also looking for the light? 😉 Too much talking – see our politicians – does not have to lead us to the light. Lol
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If you are a moth you better beware of the light.
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Burn baby, burn, yes indeed, beware the light.
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Very nice use of metaphor!
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Thank you Liz.
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You’re welcome, Paul.
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