I used to follow power lines home,
and chase lightning down to the dock.
I’ve been electrocuted so many times,
I have become immune to the shock.
Now I hunt for protons with silver spoons
and copper toothpicks. It's an electrifying addiction
I have found to be shockingly therapeutic.
...
The love I yearn for is quite ancient.
Yet relatively young, and remarkably patient.
It hibernates between the
damaged pixels of old photographs.
Concealing its location within the lines
of tragically romantic paragraphs.
Watermarks act as the cipher.
Submerging answers which can
only be revealed by summoning fire.
So I'll light the torches, and allow
climatic illumination to guide my
drifting heart back to the sandy shore.
Where the love I yearn for will literarily
be awaiting my soul with open arms of war.
About the Creator
Kale Ross
Author | Poet | Dog Dad | Nerd
Find my published poetry, and short story books here!
Comments (1)
Oooo, I really loved the idea of the love you're yearning for hibernating between damaged pixels of old photographs!