A Moth Wonder Poem by JOE POEWHIT
A Moth Wonder
I sit in a supreme bliss.The world spins around in it's full
perfection. My mortal eyes fall upon a moth. There fluttering
before the presence of my mortal eyes. Captured nd
floating upon a fluttering air. It seems to have but little care.
Only to flutter upon the open air. What now, I see a tiny
look of beware.
Looking at me while it orbits my head. Maybe wondering if
I am really dead. A wave of the hand, to keep it still.. An
air-wave, seems to give it a thrill. Onward the moth flutters
away. Only to hide for another day. I'll sit and wonder why?
Only a moth or something, more sly.
2004
Gentle imagery of the fragile moth - to be admired for its tenacity against the odds...a wonderful tribute
yeah great imagery indeed...liked it very much..nice one 10++
THE MOTH PERHAPS UNDERSTANDS A LOT FROM OUR HAND WAVE
ahh the moth, they don't live too long and are such fragile creatures but if I see one on my clothes or carpet they're dead meat heh heh..... I loved your ode to the moth and will study them with new eyes now.... Ruthy
My first encounter...A moth wonder, ...so captivating...looking forwards to read more..! Thanks
Captivating read, full of imagination. Loved it! ; D
Looking at me while it orbits my head. Maybe wondering if I am really dead.... lot of things for hidden message.. really nice one o understand and capture imagination.. I enjoyed it full....10
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I would like to translate this poem
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a tender moment with one of the creatures that share our planet with us...