Deconstructing Light

moths

So what
of flutter? The mutter
-ing of breeze through whisper
wings, the chalky trust of some
-thing warm, unwielding? How
many flits to get to the center of
it, this sun we can’t seem to stay
away from? And what will I do
when I get me
some?

 


Prompt and image from over at The Mag.

 

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9 Responses to Deconstructing Light

  1. Helen says:

    That’s quite the question you end the poem on ~ nice!

  2. Anita says:

    True. Though we know the result, still we go for it! 🙂

  3. Kir Piccini says:

    I giggled reading it, thinking of the owl and tootsie pop and a moth that simply can’t stay away from the light. This was you at your finest.

  4. Tess Kincaid says:

    Chalky trust…I love that…

  5. I like how you thought to cut the words and sentences to make it seem more flitty like moths.

  6. The shape – hurray. Oh, how I bet they wish they could deconstruct light – and hold it in their very hands (or feet).

  7. Shawna says:

    This is so beautiful: “the chalky trust of something warm” … Trust is such a crumbling thing. This is an excellent metaphor. And what’s warmer than a body? Hands? A heart? Love is a terrifying leap of faith … daily.

  8. LOL. Thank you. Love and Light, S

  9. margaret says:

    How many licks, how many wing beats indeed!

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