unearth -- RWP minichallenge II

this is how it happens
static in a closed room
an electrical hum

I open my hand
sparks escape from my palm, crackling
like petting a cat in the dark

you reach out & touch my face
a cradle, a caress
it's warm there, where our skins meet

   

unearth -- RWP minichallenge I

   poetry mini-challenge

  

Comments

[Catherine]

There is something tender and lyrical about this, with the static giving added "spark" in both the literal and figurative sense

[Keith S. Wilson]

I felt like there was a certain tension in the piece, created by the use of the electrical references.

[angie]

Oh, I like this!
(dare I say--it sizzles!!)

[Jill]

I like that you put all three pieces together in one, sectional poem. They all have an ethereal quality, dreamlike, with, as Keith said, a certain tension throughout.