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
There is something tender and lyrical about this, with the static giving added "spark" in both the literal and figurative sense
Posted by: Catherine | 07 August 2009 at 07:23 PM
I felt like there was a certain tension in the piece, created by the use of the electrical references.
Posted by: Keith S. Wilson | 08 August 2009 at 09:40 PM
Oh, I like this!
(dare I say--it sizzles!!)
Posted by: angie | 10 August 2009 at 09:38 AM
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.
Posted by: Jill | 10 August 2009 at 02:57 PM