Never, Lacewings, and Their Whispers are Chants and Moths Around the Porch Light

For the pdf file for these three poems - http://compositionawebb.pbworks.com/w/file/fetch/131038821/threemorepoems.pdf

“Never”

Caught
Within the swirl of mayflies
Wondering what is the
Thing called the sun
Never to feel its
Rumored rays on me
Only to know the story of it
Told by ancient languages
From those about to die
While a day passes
And the evening
Brings the final
Casting off of my outer shell

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“Lacewings”

From dirt funnels
You rise
Soil cocoons
Metamorphosis complete
In the spring’s cold
Waiting on my ceiling
The red star appears
At the heels of the hunter
Run toward the east, starving
Both faces consumed by the sun

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“Their Whispers are Chants and Moths Around the Porch Light”

Gray January blankets
the distance between
the brain and the songs

Then a collision of sounds

Exit the climb toward the apex
for now must begin the climb
toward dominion

Embrace the morning mists
Only those who embrace
the decline are truly alive

Those who shun it are less alive

And then those unaware are like
moths in a fog

The sparrows chirp sweeter

The morning dew feels softer
against the skin

Ancient melodies interpret the
feeling of the ground underfoot
intervening only to intertwine
the waves of sound sent from
the soft hum of car tires passing
by slowly on wet gravel

Let loose the lucid whispers from
the people just beyond the
window

Their sounds are the mantra

Their hearts are the chords and
drums

Their whispers are chants and
moths around the porch light

Those who weep watch silently
as the magnetism of fluttering
wings beat against the glowing
light

For the artwork:

"the one that got away" - http://fav.me/d8i3z7

"lightning bug" v.1 - http://fav.me/d5cnxe

"Lightning bug" v.2 - http://fav.me/d5bwhw7

"dreamin'" - http://fav.me/d8u9qv