I
I have a fidgety
grey
moth
in my ear,
it lets me
hear
the suction
of the sea -
the roar,
waves
perforating
upon the rocks,
stocking
the miniature
pools with
new fish
II
I've got the glimpse
of the butterfly
disappearing
into my ear,
as it goes
to spread
its wings
into dreams.
Any comments on this poem, critical or otherwise, would be much appreciated. I think it needs to grow - it is just a seed atm. Thanks! - Wordy
I have a fidgety
grey
moth
in my ear,
it lets me
hear
the suction
of the sea -
the roar,
waves
perforating
upon the rocks,
stocking
the miniature
pools with
new fish
II
I've got the glimpse
of the butterfly
disappearing
into my ear,
as it goes
to spread
its wings
into dreams.
Any comments on this poem, critical or otherwise, would be much appreciated. I think it needs to grow - it is just a seed atm. Thanks! - Wordy
