Lightning paparazzi,
a forest full of selfie-sticks
pointed straight into the sky.

It's done;
the second chosen,
moments not offered, but stolen.

What hasn't been cherished
is golden.

A film roll in the sky,
after a long whirlwind,
a blistered smooch goodbye.

I loved you
opportunistically.

I loved you
before you were high profile.

The finale of an afternoon tv lie.

The sky hiccups, but
the mountains are bashful,
and I am stuck
stalking a feeling,
a spark,
some flash of electricity.

I'm waiting in the dark
with an itch for intimacy
watching for a glimpse
of something private,
but it hides.

©2024 | K.F. Hartless


The Red Clay Strays “Wanna Be Loved”

8 responses to “Silent Lightning”

  1. A fun poem, I would love some intimacy too…

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    1. We’ve been having these heat storms here. It made me think of paparazzi and those glimpses of flash, sort of akin to romance. Thanks for reading and commenting, John.

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      1. You’re welcome, Katie. That flash hasn’t happened for me for way too long. Your description of lightning reminds me of what we called distant lightning during the summer months back in Michigan when I was young. We called it Heat Lightning.

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  2. Liking that your poem still offers a possibility of maybe the it (that you seek) is hiding in plain sight, like within the words electricity, waiting, and itch is the word it, and within the words silent, lightning, intimacy, and private are also the letters i and t (put together: it). Inquisitive writing! 😀

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  3. Thanks for the song, Katie..

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    1. Of course. I’m so glad you liked it.

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  4. wonderful imagery, Katie, tantalizing ; the story beyond ; so many quotable lines ; this is language that fizzes !!!

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  5. Can totally relate to your lines, Katie. The song is an appropriate match too. Thanks!

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