With a click off thumb and middle,
Skin Separates from skin,
Suspended in space and time,
Equal sections, spread equal distance.
There are radiant green shards of light and energy,
Echoing and surging through the gaping hollows.
Atoms divide and become rival.
Chromosomes sever and revolt.
The human fabric is exposed and scrutinised.
...euphoria.
Then with blunt, undisguised melody,
Another thunderous snap,
And the peices jolt back into slumped composition,
And all that remains is agony.
Jan 04, 2015
Telekinetic Torment
About This Poem
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
shapeshiftering
like this descript....and i see how the use of puncturation makes the
read more fall into its pace..
thinking of the movie The Howling and the surf sixties song
No werewolves....
thank you
very interesting write
I'm intrigued
I interpret this as that opening of the soul when one meditates to near understanding, and that jolt back into the now because the mind find it too vast to grasp, with the resulting disappointment and feelings of confinement...
but then when i read the title, i think i have misinterpreted....
Whatever eh? The poem belongs to the reader to interpret in their own way
But i would be very interested to know where your mindset was at
I enjoyed this write
Great wordplay
Love judy
xxx