Every morning you'd think
all the moths would throw themselves
into the Sun.
But they wait
for streetlights
to consume them
in small coughs
of sparkle.
My dear,
my dear,
my dear:
I have stopped
listening to my moth soul.
My dear, I am done
tilting at streetlights.
My paper wings soar,
brush
your blazing heart.
2006
Shorty
Contemporary
2024
Love & Relationships
Epizeuxis
words or phrases repeated one after another in quick succession
Symbolism
a word, object, action, character, or concept that embodies and evokes a range of additional meaning and significance.
Tercet
A stanza of three lines of verse that rhyme together or are connected by rhyme with an adjacent stanza.