A gentle swirl of life
Reveals her motion
Hypnotic and alive
Moth to the night
Devotee of light
Thirsting for moon
A romantic, a lunatic
Never attaining her love
Never attaining Salvation.
Would you rather be the moth
And forget the distant radiant glow
For dear death, for a sudden salvation?
If you would, I understand, times have changed.
too close to now, too close for comfort.
Times do change.
And, it’s so cool how you have the words in a picture sort of way! I would like to try this, too 🙂
I would like to see your witty lines looking like this… 🙂
🙂 (Big Smiles) Thank you! 🙂
I just made a new poem about Narcissists, called “Let’s Play Follow the Leader with the Narcissist!”, to try and make a pic, but my IPAD would not allow me to form any special designs with the words like you do 😦 In fact, I have difficulty even making my poems into proper structured verses. I don’t know if it’s my IPAD, or why it doesn’t cooperate so well. Frustrating at times! Maybe I can try using someone real computer, sometime, and then it might work… Tamara (& Claudia) xx
I read the poem. Dark and tangy.
I just write the lines and then center align them. I think you can do it in your IPAD too.
Ahh, I will try then on my next poem!