I just really love this one. Karl wrote this clever poem last year (2000). Write and let me know what you think of it. - poetheart 08/05/01
In search of rest the moth of thought alights upon a branch, then darts away to hover near
a stem of mirth, float through a field of fantasy or drift in thickets of desire.
It flits within the underbrush among the vines of past mistakes, thorns of present cares
and burrs of future fears - a kindling that ignites from sparks of anger and burns like Hell.
Singed but not consumed, the moth, distracted from its search, begins a sleepless dance
around the flames.
If not exhausted by the dance a desperate mist of chemical miasma may stem the flight of
lepidoptera insomnia until another night.
In graying dawn it sets its wings to rest upon the mottled bark, and disappears in
camouflage
by Karl Seidman