Welcome to OpenLinkNight everyone! How are you today?
Hope you are all safe and healthy. Let’s promote social distancing while enjoying the magic of poetry in the comfort of our homes. The marvel of our on-line poetry community is that we remain open and happy to be serving you with bottles of writing challenges week after week.
As you know OpenLinkNight is your opportunity to link 1 poem of your choice as this is no prompt-day. For those who missed the Mr Linky deadline this Tuesday’s poetics “Three from the Welsh speaking sea” or any poetry prompts that you have missed in the past, this is the opportunity to share your poem. Out of courtesy, please link back to dVerse Poets Pub if you are sharing your poem.
Here is beautiful poem, The Moths by Mary Oliver:
There’s a kind of white moth, I don’t know
what kind, that glimmers
in the forest, just
as the pink mocassin flowers
If you notice anything,
it leads you to notice
I was so full of energy.
I was always running around, looking
at this and that.
If I stopped
If I stopped and thought, maybe
can’t be saved,
Finally, I noticed enough.
All around me in the forest
the white moths floated.
How long do they live, fluttering
in and out of the shadows?
You aren’t much, I said
one day to my reflection
in a green pond,
The wings of the moths catch the sunlight
At night, sometimes,
they slip between the pink lobes
of the moccasin flowers and lie there until dawn,
in those dark halls of honey.
Source: Poetry Foundation
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See you at the poetry trail. ~Grace~