Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Letters on a Japanese Moth (Poem)

Letters on a Japanese Moth

I am sick of the brown-sugar
sky, of vast shadows performing
like slow cotillions in the fields.

If beauty is this
moment, where you are,
then I am,

and I think of houses
hidden in the Milky Way,
of wind tightened and

traveling under a silk tent
as I half-finger the braille
letters on a Japanese moth

I am dropping in a plastic bag.

Maureen E. Doallas © 2016

This inspiration for this found poem is "Top 10 Dip Into Poetry Lines" at Tweetspeak Poetry.

The poem was published September 30 in Every Day Poems.

1 comment:

WAS said...

Beautiful. I can so relate to the ending.