"Poems are forever floating through my mind and if I don't catch them pin them to the page they are gone forever and what good is that?"
~ My journal (age 14)

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Power outage

So this is how they did it
for almost all of human history
flickering fire alive in the night
thoughtful dinner by candlelight
soft conversation by the hearth

Electricity has made
chained children of our nights
shouting, yet unable to move
as we watch still, flat screens
instead of the dancing flames

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