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May 5, 2010

There’s Nothing Else I Want (Adam’s Villanelle)

By writewithlightning

That burning image will forever haunt

My mind: within—beyond—my promised land,

Despite my fears, there’s nothing else I want.

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I think it’s meant to grab my hate, to taunt

My urge to see why all alone it stands.

That burning image will forever haunt

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My love. She comes to me (yet strangely gaunt)

And bears a gift clenched hard within her hand.

Despite my fears, there’s nothing else I want

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But what she grips; too innocent to daunt

Me now.  I swoon to feel my mind expand

That burning image.  Will Forever haunt

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Me as I rush towards my end? A jaunt

Disrupts; the plants disperse: all turned to sand.

Despite my fears, there’s nothing else I want

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But this new choice. We erred and sinned to flaunt

Our free will.  Though—I’m now alone with her and—

That burning image will forever haunt

Despite my fears—there’s nothing else I want.

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April 28, 2010

We are the Numb

By writewithlightning

I

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Come follow me into the wooded hills

Away from all the jargon, nonsense, noise

And re-use old forgotten paths with me

Past beer cans, past junk food wrappers, past gum,

Past dead cigarette butts that could have sparked

A fire here where lightning needs no help:

The forest outskirts are dry—dry as sex Continue reading

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April 21, 2010

Sunflowers

By writewithlightning

My memory tends a garden plot,

But somehow sunflowers fail to grow.

The rose, of course, is everywhere: Continue reading

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March 31, 2010

Lightning Hunter

By writewithlightning

 

I captured lightning after years

Of trying—pulled the trigger when

Nothing was in my sight but fears:

The wandering fear suspended in black night,

The fear of women, fear of men,

The fear of failure, fear that fate

Had wanted clockwise circles then

When I instead passed right.

So I in darkness hoped the gate

Of gods retired from careers

Of rage would not unlock too late.

They turned the key—gave me this light.

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March 28, 2010

Daily Poem 24: The Magician

By writewithlightning

The Magician

 

Equipment’s ready: burner on,

Test tubes out, chemicals prepared;

My elements are marching pawns

To help me order chaos—dare

Frame a creation in strict lines

Looking unreal as clouds can be

Because the details are too fine:

They’re fallen drops of mercury

Exploding on the classroom floor

Vanished somewhere—to limbo streams

Of non-existent waiting or

To strands of web, forgotten meme.

The beasts—Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John—

Bellow fire, water, earth, and air

To fuel my furnace for divine

Blows from Mjöllnir.  With Thor’s brawn

My brain expands but does not tear

As new forms merge from old decline.

The Ravens watch—from Odin’s Tree—

The Coin turn Cup and Wand turn Sword,

While I, Magician, hiss to seem

To speak, and smile my work to see:

Another room, another door

To build a Palace in your dreams.

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