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In the Gazebo ---Carmen Lopez @copyright poetrypoem.com/carmen 2/23/05In the Gazebo In contemplative silence I watch the sunlight in the garden Flowers in bloom, buzzing bees, intoxicating aromas the moths and butterflies circling the gazebo... The high noon sun is lustrous silver at its pinnacle, but grows tarnished and became a low moon in the west, The romantic dessert table it once brightened is suddenly a somber setting suitable for a last supper. Brown bristling balls of tumbleweed trembled at the verge of the road, dead, yet eager to roam, the night breeze lacking the power to send them traveling. Moths travel in the moonlight, however, small white ghost moths and larger gray specimens, like scraps of soiled shroud cloth, eerily illuminated by the lights, swooping over and around but seldom striking . In classic paintings, butterflies are symbols of life, joy, and hope. Moths of the same order as butterflies, Lepidoptera, are in all cases symbols of despair, deterioration, destruction, and death. . As I think of the lovely angel sitting in the gazebo so innocently..... i wonder, Is she more like a moth or like a butterfly? Carmen Lopez @copyright poetrypoem.com/carmen 2/23/05 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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