Lightning & Water
NaPoMo and NaPoWriMo may be over, but I'm still writing of course. Here's a new poem, accompanied by the usual thanks to Naomi for her usual insightful and incisive comments:
Lightning in a Bottle, Water in a Net I.
Dozens of interlaced
nerves branch out
like ant pathways
in all directions
crackling like a hundred
tiny electrical fires if
I could find the switch
I could sleep.
II.
I grasp for words
that slip like tiny
fish through fingers
the thoughts behind
the words trickle into
tiny streams and sink
below ground if
I could collect them
you would stay.
posted by Greg at 1:45 PM
2 Comments:
I like these a lot. They have the feel if not the form of sonnets.
Thanks Jim! I wasn't really thinking of sonnets but they do sort of move toward a defining point. always good to have your feedback!
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