The Memory
The Memory
I had thought to capture—the moment,
however fragile or fleeting,
and feel it move between the palms of my hands.
Soft and silent, like a moth
with wings fluttering–yet frightened
as it searches for light in the darkness of my skin
Charles Coakley Simpson
Charles
for some reason…be it the fact I have a very soft spot for butterflies or because its those moments that even in the darkest of our days bring us light….anyways…this is one of my favorite of yours….touched me deeply….
June 2, 2013 at 3:55 am
Beautiful…
June 4, 2013 at 12:44 am
May i reblog this?
June 7, 2013 at 11:08 am
Of course; you may reblog anything of mine you like. Thank you.
June 7, 2013 at 2:39 pm
No, thank you. *smiles*
June 7, 2013 at 4:11 pm
Reblogged this on Flutterings of a cluttered mind.
June 7, 2013 at 4:12 pm
The essence of a memory is perfectly captured here in the form of a moth. Beautiful :D
June 10, 2013 at 12:04 am
Charles, as always master of petite, poignant, beautiful offerings ^!^
June 13, 2013 at 4:29 am