JOE POEWHIT Poems
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? ...
Poem Needs A Home
Wayward in unjust life.
Tossed with all strife.
Here my noise on a page.
Maybe to come of age.
Another poem next to me.
Now Im not alone and free.
Many noise poems with me.
Here on the page to see.
What is that noise.
Another poem from the coys.