Though fairly common, I've seen one only once.


Antheraea Polyphemus

This moth who never sleeps
But flails its soft body
Again and again against
The light of my window,
Driven by some dream
It dimly remembers
From the dark cocoon,
Some deathless imperative
Of a glimmering purpose
That would be revealed
If only it could see into
Where the dark dissolves,
Looking now with the eyes
On its fluttering wings
That never ever close,
Staring forever at the light.




Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2011-01-23 at 15:49

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Very nice, Fog. How does one go on? Can one go on? What is one seeking?
2011-01-30