Mothballs Poem by Dennis Go

Mothballs



Whenever I see
Mothballs rolling over
To sublime inside
The bosom of
My closet,

I reach in
And touch its coarseness,
The roughness of size;

How come it withdrew
Itself to the world
By shrinking its
Speculations.

Strange though,
but a thought
Came to my mind:

Its state
Is similar
To a feat
Such as mine.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Dennis Go

Dennis Go

Manila, Philippines
Close
Error Success