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Jim Steele Poem
The Jagged Side
We’re not just polar opposites.
We exist in neighboring galaxies.
Still, I’d rather have my dancing soul
crash on your rocky surface
than to rain down my light
on a starless moon.
Compatibility is the oatmeal
of edible relationships.
It’s palatable, yes,
but so is cardboard.
Keep you Kodak moment,
I need my own photographic negative.
So screw the placid whispers,
growl threats in my ear.
Kiss me so hard, I have a lisp
the next day. Wrap your hand
on my throat, leaving
unexplainable outlines.
Weave love and death,
hate, and wonder in the same
poetic hiss, then stare me down
until my helix begins to uncurl.
I have just three minutes to be
unforgettable so
I’m coming in for a crashing -
no smooth landing, hell no
landing at all.
I’m aiming for the jagged side
of your darkest mountain.
Survival is irrelevant.
I won’t notice, either way.
Copyright © Jim Steele | Year Posted 2020
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Jim Steele Poem
Like Eden
Wales to me begins with my first visit
to the great castle.
It was then that my appetite was whetted.
Positioned in the northeast corner,
a lookout, no longer strategic,
it rests perfectly in a place
ordained by the highest voice.
It’s sits atop this lush principality,
where tradition are revered and
tended to like Eden.
Modern and traditional, its people alone
decide in which villages time moves
and at what speed.
I can’t read the signs - the village name -
in which I’m told the dd sounds like th.
But I’m glad they don’t cater to
my American eyes.
It’s enough that they
depart their traditional tongue
to guide me.- in a heavy, appreciated accent.
I walk, just to immerse myself.
The twisting roads, the kneeling sheep,
the stone walls that have no beginning
or end.
The head shakes slowly for a lack of words.
If God told me to go somewhere and
wait for Him, I’d stay right here
in this northern village,
where already, I feel closer to Him.
Copyright © Jim Steele | Year Posted 2020
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Jim Steele Poem
Touching Earth
Lightning traveled from its
cloud home
in search of something more.
Something it could not know.
A thing beyond its own world.
It reached out, in search
of the earth,
indeed, it humbled itself
to the confines of gravity and dirt.
But it was unwelcome, feared.
Only then did it understand that
its existence was never
about touching earth.
It was about lighting up heaven
on the way down.
Copyright © Jim Steele | Year Posted 2020
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