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Heat Lightning
by Leslie Ann Eisenberg
I look at myself
in the soda fountain mirror
Why did you follow him here?
I shout at the glass
Black flecks strike back
Snakes of light streaks
are woven into clasping hands
and I forget the words to the song,
even though they wall my heart
And I come with the fury of 10,000 beast hooves spooked by a storm
02/18/2004
Author's Note: "Warm winds blowin', heatin' blue skies..."
Posted on 02/28/2004
Copyright © 2025 Leslie Ann Eisenberg
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ashley Beaudoin on 02/29/04 at 03:47 AM A wonderful piece. I love watching heat lightning. |
| Posted by Karl Waldbauer on 02/29/04 at 07:45 AM The mirror, the hands formed by lightening, and then the last line...WOW, Leslie! |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 02/29/04 at 04:22 PM External affecting within. It does. Beautiful imagery. |
| Posted by Beth K Hannah on 03/01/04 at 04:38 AM such wonderful imagery. I have just discovered your work and already enjoy it. |
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