Marcus McKinley

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The Quandary Of A Moth (Q Style) - Poem by Marcus McKinley

Darkness comes
To the forest sky
Beckoning
In the distance
You catch my eye

I am drawn
To your illumination
Forbidden
I flitter and flutter
With desperation

I bash and crash
Into your light
Blinded
Your glow so lovely
It drives my plight

In your passion
Wings are singed
Flightless
Seeking no release
'Till day begins

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This is a poem written in a style/form that i am trying to create and perfect. i call it (Q style)
QUINTESSENCE: A five line stanza with the third line being a single descriptive word relating to the other four lines of the stanza

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 9, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 10, 2013


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