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There is a sight I hold dear. A misty morning, a grey veil, green hills in the background, lush and abundant. On the fore, at about 100 feet...

Friday, August 3, 2012

A Fable


The moth hovered,
The flame flickered,
Closer by and by,
Dancing in rhythm,
And then I know not,
If the flames leapt up
Or the moth bent down,
To share their final kiss!

Linking up with Trifextra : Week Twenty-Seven - A 33 word Fable
Linking with Write on Edge

31 comments:

  1. Oh my goodness, I really enjoyed this! I read it 3 or 4 times in my head and then read it out loud. The words are just so lovely together. Everything fits, you know?
    Yes it's kind of a vague compliment, but I don't know how else to explain it. :-)
    Excellent job!

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    1. You made my day and my week by such kind words.
      Thank you Dawn. Thank you so much for all this appreciation.

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  2. that dance never seems to end too well for the moth but they are always drawn to each other :-)

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  3. Well, they went out with reckless abandon, at least! Great moral to the story. Are we all drawn to the flame at one time or another?

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    1. I do believe we all get drawn to flames at times.
      Thank you for sharing your views.

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  4. Very nice, I liked it, especially the last line -- To share their final kiss!

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  5. I love that final image of the moth kissing the fire, and of the two being lovers in a single dance.

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  6. We are all similarly drawn, aren't we? This sent beautiful imagery through my mind. Bittersweet and felt romantic. Too bad they only had the opportunity to share one kiss. But so it goes.

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    1. They get just one chance and they live it up truly, don't they?
      Thank you Gina.

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  7. A perfect ending to this fable

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  8. Oh wow! Fantastic Ruby. Just wonderful!

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  9. very nicely done! Love the imagery.

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  10. "If the flames leapt up
    Or the moth bent down,
    To share their final kiss!"

    Lovely. Well done.

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  11. I think the moth bent down :-)
    p.s. I am having trouble commenting on your blog. :-(

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    1. I am really sorry for the inconvenience. But am not sure what could be the problem. Are other people also facing some issues with posting comments? Please let me know so that I can see to the matter.
      Thank you so much for still trying and linking up with me on this post.

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  12. Wonderful poem. The images are so vivid.

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  13. A very elegant fable here. Great job!

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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.