celebrating headlights
dance upon the wet road
a high beam pirouette
prances upon the wet road
lashing away the night with light
and then
dashed upon the wet road
a flash of bright
fills this night
and is
splashed upon the wet road
filled with light
filled luminescence
filled this night
filled effervescent
filled with embryonic rain motes
filled for pleasant
filled
for life.
The petrichor hangs heavy
a comforting heavy
it tastes like a long time ago
it smells warm,
it smells like wet asphalt
it smells like
the end of the rain,
its heady tendrils creep slowly
both on and above
the slick twilit surfaces
each surface shines
as the motes flit
between
multi-faceted
wet moistened eyes
they look
but never see
a thousand mute witnesses
to this wetness
to this darkness
to this night
About the Creator
Brenton F
It's just a token of my extreme - Frank Zappa
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I have an eBook, a collection of my favourite pieces
Why Just Write Is The Best Advice You Don’t Listen To
Before the last 6 months, I hadn’t written anything that wasn’t for my job or university for a number of years. I wanted to write more, I used to write all the time just for fun. I used to write poems and short stories that were just for me. I used to show them to certain members of my family but it was the process of writing them that I really enjoyed.
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Comments (4)
You painted such a beautiful picture here with your words!
love the imagery!
Nice💖📝✌️
Beautiful nature porm!!! Love this!!❤️❤️!💕