Aug 23, 2005

sparks

P O E T R Y
W E D N E S D A Y
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flying like fireworks on the fourth of july
shooting like stars in a dark country sky
raining like fire from a stone-cutter’s blade
booming like thunder from love we’ve just made

what is this powerful, electrical force
that knocks us back reeling and throws us off course
signals of truth to take note and reply?
or simply a chemically-induced sort of lie?

6 comments:

Duke_of_Earle said...

Karyn,

I was going to just leave a typical tacky comment, but decided rather to use this (your) post as a topic for my own blog post later today. Check back tonight for my results.

John

(Nice poem. Again!)

Christina said...

cool poem!

Karyn Lyndon said...

John, I don't know why you feel the need to be tacky to me (oh, wait...maybe it's because I'm always tacky to you, nevermind.) Anyway, I look forward to reading what I've inspired on your blog.

Christina...thank you.

afp763389 said...

... :)

Duke_of_Earle said...

I've been told that "tacky" is a significant part of my nature; a deeply ingrained character trait.

I didn't believe it for a minute, though.

And you, always tacky to ME? I can't imagine what you mean!

John

Christina said...

It's Friday!!!! Where is it? Don't keep us in suspense.