Written for: The Twiglets #289 - lightning colors
Zig-zag from stark
white to streaks of
splitting the sky.
Dog's eyes become
widened white orbs,
ears at attention
when lightning flashes
and thunder booms.
her face gleams gold
as she stares up at the sky
colored by lightning
He had an idea for their ceiling
where old yellowed paint was peeling.
Painted bolts of lightning
his wife found frightening.
She painted white streak, bandaid for ceiling's healing.
I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
Lovely, all of them.
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