Lepidoptera
By Parson Thru
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Black moths
Pinned to the wall
Number the deaths
I remember how
You cleared the last few steps
And clung like a limpet
I patted your shoulder
Uselessly
There, there
The residue stains
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Poor wee moths....you have
Poor wee moths....you have got me looking through my back catalogue for the moths! (tuts) I liked the pat on the shoulder - I have a one winged moth poem who went round and round in circles with only one wing - that wee moth wouldnt have felt a pat on the shoulder, not that shoulder anyway! Now. I am on a nostalgia diet. So I must move along ---> just wanted to say I loved your moth poem!
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will do - https://www.abctales.com/story/littleditty/moth
two moths there!
der - here: https://www.abctales.com/story/littleditty/moth
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Black moths . . .
Seems to be pretty deep stuff, Kevin.
I like this gentle memory of someone you are or were close to.
(I hope you're OK)
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There is a sad hollowing to
There is a sad hollowing to this and it's perfectly circled for me in the 'there, there'. Full of vulnerability, of subject and writer.
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chilling line - number the
chilling line - number the deaths- the helplessness reverberates. Inevitable loss and the residue after, sticks to us forever. Your words resonate with reflective emotion. Short, sorrowful- unforgettable.
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