the poetry was Electric
brought the House Down
dual jagged pillars of Light
Crashing from heaven downward
emblazing the night sky
smell of ozone pricks nostrils
eyes opened in
Shock
Intimate but inherently Of The World
the Whole world not just our small corner
Revolution/Revelation
poems grow evolve entwine themselves
(selves yes
poems have selves)
in hearts and minds
eyes
settling hidden among the fallen leaves
leavings
of yesterday’s apparitions
too busy too driven too preoccupied too resistant
too rebellious rejected remiss
mental leaves rotting detritus
kicked over the pathways
obscuring the gems rough gems
unpolished
you have to un-earth the sparkle
blazing Bolts from heavenly source
God’s hand god’s hand goddess’ hand
the hand of the Creator Mother of All
the Electric
food of Poets
chipping gently hacking greedily
the Song the Song
the Singer hears each/ own
drops gleaming sparks charged
making captives of hungry seekers
hiding
in the caves and sunken grottoes
wildernesses unexplored
tied to the turning wheel
ageless as stones
the Lightning danced among the buildings
gone beyond gone
in love with the outermost star
© 2018 pamela twining
photo: Harold Adler
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