A Bullet With Butterfly Wings

Darkness sings out

As Death whistles by.

Black dances

Right in front of our eyes.

Hit by the drowsiness

Of a storm cloud,

And hypnotized

By mezmorizing color.

A silver tube of clouds

With wings made by sun.

A bullet with butterfly wings

Paralyzed a blank mind,

And emptied a vacant heart.

A sad, angry, ugly beauty.

A death,

A life,

Alive.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Great description in the poem. Took reader to many places and thoughts. You used the words with skill. A strong ending to the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[PoetryPenPal]

Thank you very much.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[PoetryPenPal]

:-).......

[Lexi]

At first you almost think this could be happy, but then you see the true meaning. I love the stark contrast of brightness and the dark and evil that you've combined into one, it's quite beautiful. The last 3 lines have a wonderful rhythm too :)

[PoetryPenPal]

Thank you very much for your kind and encouraging words!

[Lydia Shutter]

"Hit by the drowsiness
Of a storm cloud,
And hypnotized
By mezmorizing color."

Downright magical imagery in these lines! Intensely emotive. I liked this one a lot. Lydi**

[PoetryPenPal]

Thank you so much Lydi!