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Sap Zap
by Kristina Woodhill
Static electricity
so hair up-standing dry,
the lids don't want
to sweep
along the sandy
desert of my eyes
mercy me!
that's some warning
finger tips that zap!
the cat avoids my
petting digits
skips my afghan
warmed-up lap
car doors spit
their message
make me flinch
sing
high pitched tones
i'd wire my
gnarly knuckles
just to see
some lit up
limber bones
it could be light
it could be life
it could be what
the planet needs
this could be some
revival meeting,
souls lit up
in bright 3D
winter claims
this time of rest,
its three free
months from
growing strife
but underneath
its dry idea
spring sap
tends
earth's pilot light
some over-eager
green-man hand
attends
the switch
(an OCD)
making sure
the spark is there
ready, set
on One, Two, Three!
let's all clasp hands together
let's circle this old home, our land
i feel the current probing
and i'd like to breech this holding dam
03/05/2012
Posted on 03/05/2012
Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 03/05/12 at 07:27 PM ... excellent..... |
| Posted by Kara Hayostek on 03/05/12 at 09:52 PM LOLOL funny. What's the green man hands address? I'd like to remove myself from his zapping list lol |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 03/06/12 at 04:49 AM You always have such a unique way of regarding yourself and what is around you. I always love reading you... |
| Posted by Linda Fuller on 03/06/12 at 11:11 PM This snaps crackles pops with energy and life - I really like "i'd wire my gnarly knuckles just to see some lit up limber bones".
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| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 03/09/12 at 11:11 AM this is making my bones limber |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 05/02/12 at 12:18 PM I love the whole idea of this poem, particularly the Spring's sap tending to the Earth's pilot light |
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