Power Lines



This poem is a
live wire, a woven liar,
a vowed lyre
with a broken string.

It’s a filament of sigh
and song, a quiet longing
sizzling across the miles.

It’s a caffeine-keyed up
smile, clacked black
against a snowy page.

It’s a barely there
strand of my
-self, pianoed soft
into syllables
only you can hear.


November PAD, day 5


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2 Responses to Power Lines

  1. Shawna says:

    Again, this is another bipolar poem. 🙂

  2. I love the use of, pianoed.

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