The Grid Poem by Barbara Nixon
The Grid
I think I've been connected to a grid
high voltage shocks of electricity
shoot through my every cell and nerve,
bolts of lightning on an unsuspectiing soul
caught off guard by your illuminating power
silvery tongue, beguiling eyes,
defenses pummelled in seconds
my self control was weaker than I reckoned
and cursed be he that to disconnect now tries.
by Barb Nixon
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5/9/2024 6:28:53 PM # 1.0.0.1119
good poem. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.