I once heard a burning picture
Left
an imprint in the sky.
Something
less than smoke signals
But
more than vague-shaped clouds.
Energy
is transferred not destroyed
I’d
like to think and somewhere
You’re
still crying
I’m
not laughing.
Thought provoking Ben Ditty! I concur, energy is transfered. I'm not laughing either, but maybe likewise joy is never destroyed and some is coming my way. Wooohooo.
ReplyDeleteI hope joy is coming your way. You're one awesome chick :-)
DeleteBen...those are some vindictive painfull words at the end
ReplyDelete"I’d like to think and somewhere
You’re still crying
I’m not laughing."
Good poem!
I actually changed it at the last minute it was:
Delete"I'd like to think and somewhere
You're still laughing
I'm not crying."
But I thought. I don't feel like crying in this poem. Glad the change worked out.
Gave me chills. Great work.
ReplyDeleteWere they multiplying? Electrifying? ;-) Sorry, had to quote Grease there.
DeleteYup. This one got me close to the bone. Then of course, there's the song as I read it "You put your arms around me and I'm home." But it was your words. Powerful poem, Ben.
ReplyDeleteChristina Perri does tend to make things more interesting; showers, walking, etc. ;-)
DeleteI've love to go to Burning Man. Wanna go?? I'd burn clear to the bone. Awesome write, my favorite gnome-lover. xo
ReplyDeleteI'd love to go :-)
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