Light at the End of a Puerto Rican Channel
A poem I wrote in response to Timons Esaias's poetry prompt from his seminar, "Your Life is Poetry," at Pennwriters Conference in May 2011.
Present the emotion, reaction.
Don’t necessarily have to tell the object or thing.
Get out of your way.
Light at the End of a Puerto Rican Channel
Eyes widen
following
blinking
red light
as paddle
slices
cold water.
Night swallows
Light
Sharp teeth
Jump
Wooden fingers
Ensare
Suck in
exotic air
while hands
reach for
glowing magic.
Take a moment and share your poem in response to the prompt above.
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