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Fulgurites (Version 2)
by Bruce W NiedtLightning stabs the dunes,
hot forks slicing into sand,
superheating, fusing into glass,
then a split second later, spent,
leaving long hollow tubes
in the sand, encrusted outside,
smooth as a rifle barrel inside.
The beast within is gone,
and we hold a shell,
like the carapace of a beetle,
the abandoned home of a mollusk,
the skin of a snake.
What lived inside for an instant
left us a talisman of its might,
and we carry it with us,
this newly-formed fossil of power. 06/15/2003 Author's Note: Please read both versions of this poem and tell me which you prefer - the first version is more "narrative"....
Posted on 06/15/2003
Copyright © 2026 Bruce W Niedt
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/17/03 at 04:42 PM Hmmm...not bad, but I prefer the other version. This reads like a good draft. |
| Posted by JD Clay on 06/19/03 at 11:26 PM Electrofying poetry, Bruce. I like the succinct style here and I usually feel less is more, but I choose the first for smoother readability and definition reasons. I must say, I read this one first and liked it so much that I couldn't even imagine how the first version could be any better. Once again your versitility comes shining through.
Peace... |
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