Just one of "those" days... Sorry.


From the Mouth of a Moth


I feel naked as a peeled butterfly,
my eyes riveted on the color-spirits
floating away from me. The merits
of being any other moth are finally
beginning to dawn on me... Oh my.

I've had these astute moments of
revelation before – like when the wasps
mocked my feelers, the roses drove
me away as a caterpillar, when the
little children tried to put me in a jar.

I'd rather have been a death's – head
sphinx with a grinning skull under
my gossamer wings. At least, there would
be no lies, no hypocrisy, and no
civilities to humans. For, I know

that I'm set apart. Just make the
separation complete.




Poetry by Arti
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Written on 2007-01-21 at 18:14

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Rob Graber
Ah, to sport that "grinning skull under my gossamer wings": what a great, rich, and complex image, Arti!
2007-01-21


Zoya Zaidi
My dear Arti, this is absolutely beautiful!
Your lovely gift shines bright through this piece!
Absolutely breath-taking imagery too...

(((Love and Hugs, dear one))))
*Bookmarked*
Zoya
2007-01-21


Kathy Lockhart
There is none better. This poem is superb! The images and deep feelings evoked are vivid and intense. Your metaphor is brilliant. Favorites!! applause! applause!
2007-01-21