The Moth
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Thursday, October 23, 2003
The moth
fluttered on ragged path
and to me moved, delight
I faced.
Moth,
blown over to lighted screen,
suddenly did scream,
effaced!
The moth
drained of future past,
expired, dream life
defaced.
Erin Moen
10/23/03
Copyright 2003 ©
last stanza.
Excellent poem!
Cleaver write Erin.......
well done!
pax
A
Let the Nobel's Board meet to give You its Prize, Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Nice write, Erin.