It was one of those nights
when the fire was glowing
and a moth was gliding about —
it was one of those nights
when a storm was blowing
and the wind flew in and then out.
The shadow of a candle
flickered on the wall
while the flame burnt somber
to the cry of silent call —
In the flapping and the flutter
the moth in a sudden came
to nearly burn to smolder
in his hide-and-seeking game.
It was one of those nights
when birds were crowing
and the moth flew
to the corner to hide —
it was one of those nights
my tears were flowing —
and I wished you were here
by my side.
*
©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
June 1, 1999 | Graymoor, IL
Forever and More | Swimming
Loneliness sets in when the yearning in your heart is there but not the one to bring contentment to it. I love it!❤ 🥀 ✍
@Kira (Yakira) Fulks. A wonderful poem. ❤
I surely feel the heat in this piece and in the image Ms. Fulks. I certainly read and feel deeper. Very very nice 💯💯🌹👍🏾
…love the art as well 💯💯👍🏾
Just love this write @Kira (Yakira) Fulks…deeply moving piece
Excellent!
I love the beautiful imagery this sets in my mind. There is a longing for the one you are drawn to to be there with you. 😊🙏💙
Wonderful!
This is such a brilliant use of the image Kira!! Absolutely loved it 🙂
Exceptional Kira! Just love this write…deeply moving piece
I could feel her heartache as everything around her went about as usual not paying her any mind, while she was left all alone, and lonely! Hopefully just for that moment! A great description! ❤ 🥀
Like it a lot. Brilliant tie in
Love it Kira..wonderful take on the image
Beautiful @Kira (Yakira) Fulks ♥️👏👏
Lovely written !!! 🌹 🌹
The moth is here, flying, dreaming and crying … impressive how the emotions flow rhythmically and how lovely is the appearance of the music!!
beautiful
Outstanding flow, Kira like the beat of a moth’s wings👍 🙏
I have seen how the moth will toy with a flame … almost a death-wish … daring, but sometimes we too must be daring … but not to hide.
… emotive and flowing, fluttering with loss!
“In the flapping and the flutter
the moth in a sudden came
to nearly burn a smolder
in his hide-and-seeking game.”
I did love the above lines. We are like the moth. The temptation of hope, the light. The temptation, of possibilities make us brave and foolish. I liked the complete poem and thank you for sharing the amazing words and thoughts.
The words flow so easily and the sense of loss and longing is strong. Great imagery. I enjoyed the rhyming. Good one. L’Shana Tovah.
Nicely written
Sitting here with a cold wet wind outside
I would love to be sitting by your warm flickering fire, spluttering candle and floating moth
ust lovely .. read it out loud right away .. lilting rhythm .. natural rhyming .. setting ..well .. i fell right into it .. i so admire your talents Kira .. the pic is stunning .. sublime and sensual .. the scene develops as I read .. into melancholy .. wistful want and desire ..I am so glad you have joined us here at the Cafe’ and we have met. see you round .. fine poetry for me ma’am!
E.
This one is beautifully penned. Moth and Flame – beautiful metaphors.
The title of the poem is equally drawing – that’s what drew me in 🙂
The below lines and last lines were the highlight for me.
“In the flapping and the flutter
the moth in a sudden came
to nearly burn a smolder
in his hide-and-seeking game”
Moths are drawn to light and play around. It seems like a little flirt with the flame, that may give light and burn us as well in the process, very much like our life stories. Last line of the poem added an emotional twist to the overall read. Thanks for sharing, Kira.
I really love your last stanza, This is a very well written write. Much enjoyed this.
A amazing poem dear Kira!