the ingratiating
mersmerising
mind blowing
pinkish hue
of this bloom
even the goddess
would dance
in a frenzy
to its charm
the stately perch
of this moth
even the best of zen monk
would envy
the whole world rests on its wings
the insect call in the amazon forest
a new chorus to a million year old song
inspired by
A Moth the hue of this
Haunts Candles in Brazil.
Nature's Experience would make
Our Reddest Second pale.
Nature is fond, I sometimes think,
Of Trinkets, as a Girl.
Emily Dickinson
john tiong chunghoo
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/insect-call/
