#poweroutage - Hello Poetry

Lawrence Hall [email protected] https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/ poeticdrivel.blogspot.com Ice Wednesday 2021 Many crosses of ice but no ashes Trees sagging from the icicles dragging Little birds desperate for last summer’s seeds The ice ground whitening, whitening, disappearing The power flickers and flickers and fails And the day is one of lanterns and firewood Everyone wrapped up in blankets and thoughts Reading books in glaring blue battery-light The roads are closed, and we are exiled home Our Lenten ashes are in having no ashes “…last summer’s seeds” – I grow sunflowers and in the autumn save the seeds in that famous cool, dry place in paper or cloth, and in addition to commercial chicken scratch feed them to the birds and squirrels throughout the winter.

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Feb 18, 2021

Feb 18, 2021 at 9:53 AM UTC

lawrence-hall

Ice Wednesday 2021

Lawrence Hall [email protected] https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/ poeticdrivel.blogspot.com Ice Wednesday 2021 Many crosses of ice but no ashes Trees sagging from the icicles dragging Little birds desperate for last summer’s seeds The ice ground whitening, whitening, disappearing The power flickers and flickers and fails And the day is one of lanterns and firewood Everyone wrapped up in blankets and thoughts Reading books in glaring blue battery-light The roads are closed, and we are exiled home Our Lenten ashes are in having no ashes “…last summer’s seeds” – I grow sunflowers and in the autumn save the seeds in that famous cool, dry place in paper or cloth, and in addition to commercial chicken scratch feed them to the birds and squirrels throughout the winter.

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every ache in my soul is a power outage the lights are out the electricity fizzing the power lines lay on my house the walls cave in the fridge is rotten the humidity lingers the sink doesn’t run the internet is spinning my head is spinning my brain is spinning every room too hot to enter too inhospitable every little sigh is a sweat bead dripping and falling crashing and burning i keep on turning the fan on but it won’t work my head is spinning my brain is spinning my mind is spinning spiraling into madness every sentence you spoke is a weapon the heat is sizzling the telephone poles are screeching and i cannot put the power back on i don’t have the power to do such a thing i don’t have the power to do such a thing i don’t have the power to do anything to do anything to do anything show me once, how to do anything how to do anything how to be anything how to be anything how to be anyone how to be anyone how to turn back on can this turn back on?

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Jul 4, 2024

Jul 4, 2024 at 10:04 PM UTC

LVjKnKS1608

power outage

every ache in my soul is a power outage the lights are out the electricity fizzing the power lines lay on my house the walls cave in the fridge is rotten the humidity lingers the sink doesn’t run the internet is spinning my head is spinning my brain is spinning every room too hot to enter too inhospitable every little sigh is a sweat bead dripping and falling crashing and burning i keep on turning the fan on but it won’t work my head is spinning my brain is spinning my mind is spinning spiraling into madness every sentence you spoke is a weapon the heat is sizzling the telephone poles are screeching and i cannot put the power back on i don’t have the power to do such a thing i don’t have the power to do such a thing i don’t have the power to do anything to do anything to do anything show me once, how to do anything how to do anything how to be anything how to be anything how to be anyone how to be anyone how to turn back on can this turn back on?

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Computer spiders spin electronic webs Everything depends on the word “grid” It’s a cyberattack the generals say And others say it was planned from the start Neurons flicker and go dark We become space a black hole a dead planet Lightning dies on the vine the current falters In times past a power outage lost time and food Now it’s your mind you lose Your network of imaginary friends Your memes and your mined minds Nothing left to mimic or mentalize Step out into the dark the coyotes are laughing The bats have pinpointed our weakness How long will we stay in the dark we cry Why ask-- have we ever lived in the light

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Apr 28, 2025

Apr 28, 2025 at 1:58 PM UTC

salvatore-ala

Power Outage

Computer spiders spin electronic webs Everything depends on the word “grid” It’s a cyberattack the generals say And others say it was planned from the start Neurons flicker and go dark We become space a black hole a dead planet Lightning dies on the vine the current falters In times past a power outage lost time and food Now it’s your mind you lose Your network of imaginary friends Your memes and your mined minds Nothing left to mimic or mentalize Step out into the dark the coyotes are laughing The bats have pinpointed our weakness How long will we stay in the dark we cry Why ask-- have we ever lived in the light

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