Petrol

The butterflies appear when
The time is warm and bright.
No flutterings on grey days allowed
You say. As I walk away and cannot
Look around me for technicolour
Moments mothed mutely so grey
I see petrol in a puddle.

You are blinded with stupidity.
You have no use of hues.
You use petrol for A to B





Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-05-18 at 01:51

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normalil
Petrol in a puddle of water makes beauty out of one of life's most noxious substances.
Great poem.
2010-06-01


NicholasG
How noble to have wind!!! Yes..Of course!!
And wings and prayers also;-)
2010-05-18


NicholasG
How noble it would be to have winds
and to ride on the wind. Petrol is far too nice a word.
Gas fits better. There is very little in life that compares
to the effect of a mouthful of gasoline.
xox Nick
2010-05-18