Saturday, April 25, 2009

Gone

it comes in a flash

like a white streak of lightning

it tears through the sky

and brightens




light

c
utting

and twisting and

b
ending and curving

and snarled and

c
ankered

light



rippling like waves;

it hits in a SLAP and that's

when good,

though white it may be

can sting like a whip.

1 comment:

Erika said...

I like it! It reminds me of doing poetry in my 12th grade English class: Robert Frost, Pablo Neruda, Emily Dickinson... I never understood a word of it, but it was nice to read. :)