poems

are lightning streaks

that arrive

with raindrops

and thunder

 

they

love

clouds

the sky

and storms

 

some poems

are travellers

that come

from wonders

from imaginative lands

 

for them

there are no limits

only skies

dark and light

 

some poems

are familiar

like diamonds

others are exotic

like the zircon gem

 

some can ignite

the sky

others highlight

the thunder

and its power

 

some poems

die

strucken—

they leave

remarkable impressions

 

and others

build parodies

have meaning

grow them

expand them

 

teach them

how to signify

and one day

they disappear

in sequences

 

the messages

on this page

are the markings

they leave

on the horizon