This is a poem in response to the Sunday Mini-challenge from the Imaginary Garden. I was motivated to write this piece based loosely off from David Huerta's "Fruit." Enjoy!
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| "Lightning Awareness" from the DKI Blog |
A single flash covers the sky in white
Streaking across the blackened surface
For a moment there is silence...
Then POP!
A loud clatter ripples through the dry
air
Signaling the seconds that went by
One, two, three.. it must be four
miles.
Then the canvas is turned over one page
And the sequence begins to light anew:
Peeling itself from the parchment,
Like a lightning bolt on strike,
The flash ignites.
Shadows cover the flipping of each turn
Within the binding of the curve,
And when the singe begins to calm
The bare fruits of necessity come out.
This is a chapter of lightning.
Question for the Reader: What spark of lightning pops out of nowhere and surprises you?
This has great energy and gusto and really pops off the page. It feels like the flash is inspiration but it is also very like true lightening! Thanks. K. Manicddaily
ReplyDeleteThank you for the flashy comment, and I'm glad that you noticed the play in words in relation to the poem itself.
DeleteYou worked your metaphor very well throughout. I think the references to fruit adds depth to the overall description.
ReplyDeleteThanks, I love it when I write something that just simply works. I think the reference to fruit should have been worked in better, but it had its own little cameo regardless.
DeleteSo vivid and strong. The lighting really sparkle in this poem and the fruit really adds a special taste to the vivid weather.
ReplyDeleteI tried my best to make this as flashy as possible. Thanks Bjorn for for reading and taking the time to comment.
DeleteI love watching lightening -form a distance. The tingle in the air, the fresh smell it leaves... nice poem.
ReplyDeleteGlad I could paint those wonderful images for you with words Debi.
DeleteThere is an intensity in your words which is like a bolt of lightning. Vivid and strong in its metaphor. Very well-penned. :-)
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Thanks HA, I couldn't have done it without the inspiration of the challenge.
DeleteI admire the flash of lightning moments, the energy of turn and bare fruits of necessity comes out ~ Very creative response to the challenge ~
ReplyDeleteThanks for participating and wishing you happy week ~
Thank you Grace for taking the time to read this. I'm glad that you enjoyed it, and I was more than happy to participate.
DeleteLots of imaginative language in this, working into a personal vision of the Huerta line as a door opening in the cosmos, and becoming the threshold of a waiting experience. Or so I read. Very effective mix of description and narrative.
ReplyDeleteNobody is ever wrong in their interpretation of poetry, and I can agree with you on the basis of where you were coming from with a door opening to the cosmos. The lightning strike seems to be that flash of light into the great unknown. Thank you for reading a commenting on my poem Hedgewitch.
DeleteI always enjoy a lively lightning storm and counting the miles...excellent capture, Kenn. :)
ReplyDeleteThe counting was something I enjoyed doing when I was little. It always seemed to amuse me to know how far away a lightning strike was.
DeleteAnd what powerful silence it is! Vivid writing, Kenn.
ReplyDeleteInteresting that you got silence out of it.
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