Wednesday, March 16, 2016

My Secret Moth Comments

Rating: 4.5

On the moonlit slates
bathed in blue I first spied him
the moth
destroyer of humankind's cloth
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Stephen Nephetson
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Dr Antony Theodore 16 March 2016

while I dine on meats and crabs cutting my cheese in great thick slabs my hungry prisoner flutters his wings alone in his cell freedom gone no moon to chase Just his desperate lonely face.. beautiful. it came as a meditation... how the faculty of thought can create wonderful poems. thank you very much. tony

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