Strength Poems: 91 / 500

A Gas Butterfly

Rating: 3.1

Tell me what's happening to me?
Why is my heart beating so fervently?
why has this madness, like a wave,
Broken through the rock of habit?

Is it my strength or just my torment
I'm too disturbed to tell:
From the shimmering lines of life
I extract a forgotten phrase...

Is it a thief who turns his lantern
Upon the crowd of dreary letters?
I can't help reading the phrase,
But haven't the strength to go back...

It really had to flare up,
But it only harries the darkness;
All night, like a gas-flame butterfly
It trembles, but cannot escape...

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Michelle Claus 08 August 2014

This poem leaves me wondering, what the *forgotten phrase*?

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Jasbir Chatterjee 08 August 2014

Some lines are extraordinarily beautiful...From the shimmering lines of life I extract a forgotten phrase...

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Kee Thampi 10 August 2012

a lovable but green will not be here to shine s it a thief who turns his lantern Upon the crowd of dreary letters? I can't help reading the phrase, But haven't the strength to go back...

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