Lines of sight connect new lovers
like high-tension wires from eye to eye—
you feel the sparks.
That's how a heart discovers
how to navigate an electric sky
like a rising lark
past the gyre where the falcon hovers
through thunder gathering heavy and high
into storming dark.
Lightning scatters below and above her.
Blinded, the lark gives a terrified cry
and God harks.
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Friday, June 19, 2009
Lines of Sight
Labels:
poetry,
rimas dissolutas
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2 comments:
Incredible writing. I love the vivid images you've created throughout. Hope all is well.
i have experienced that moment. thanks for reminding me.
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