This poem was ignited by a lightning strike I watched hit a church three blocks from my living-room window on Friday night during the art walk. This weather event prompted a walkabout, and my lovely stroll was filled with bohemian life eye candy. What a fabulous town!
Lightning strikes tower of babel
electrified
Giacometti stick men
walked into our town
friday night,
a skinny white leg
stood-
upon the church steeple’s
granite cross,
a modern day
Ziggurat;
soldiers of fire kept watch
and bid us townspeople
wait;
do we storm heaven
waving our swords at
god?
or shall we accept that
Zeus
has walked among us
and
party on?
4 comments:
w00t! I really enjoyed this poem ... partay on, chickie!
Ive read this poem at least ten times. I just love it.
Scott
Thank you Scott. What's your favorite beer?
LOL. You know I'm no beer snob. :) Currently Corona. Maybe I could write a poem about that. An ode...
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