I flew a kite.
I flew a key.
Lightning split the sky
for me.
I boxed it up.
I took it home
so if I should ever be alone
I'd have lightning.
Behind white walls
and a deadbolt door,
I play with lightning
on the floor.
I clap thunder.
I cry rain
until floods come to wash away
all the things I've been fighting
and nothing's left but lightning.
19 comments:
Fuck
in
ay,
woman!
wow.
Lightning has that resilience few things do.
dang bit of magic you wrote there mj...lighting in the a bottle...broke open...
The cadence is perfect and fast-paced, the content alchemical and allegorical. Magic and wonders uniquely created and claimed are never lost, despite what else falls by the wayside.
Oh, yes!! Count me in!!
Hey Brian...who is mj?
Did you pull this out of your butt (like one of the women in my writing group, who says, "I don't really have much" and then she pulls something mind-blowing out of her butt)?
You do so f'ing much with just a few words, Mama Zen. Could you and Hedgewitch and Shay go on tour?
So cool!
Like I wasn;t already cueballed by what Shay's been doing on her vacation, sometimes several times a day. This is one of your best, MZ, and that's saying a lot. The metaphor seems neat and harmless at first, then intriguing, then terrifying.
Keep that spark burning! Passion is a fire we must always keep lit! ;D
Love this poem...
Given the absolute death and destruction of lightening, to have it as a kind of friend is scary. This is amazing.
Love the sharpness and crisp lines ~ Good one MZ ~
Agree with all - this is one of your best - just terrific. Lightning sharp. Wonderful. k.
It's sad but it is also a really fun write. Thank you.
OH WOW! this was such a good one. Lightening. I'm speechless.
hah! brings to mind Frankenweenie, which brings to mind Frankenstein, but i guess only because we just watched and i got em on my mind. waiting for the flood.
I wish I had written this. I wish I could.
this is stunning, MZ!!!
♥
nice. Love the images here. Really a lyrical quality to this one. very nice. Thanks
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