Wind turbines are most efficient
in a light breeze, when the propellors
and generators don't have to burn
themselves out to suck in every
slap of a maelstrom. As a result,
they work best when they slowly
spin, spin, spin.
So I ask that in these moments,
when we aren't ripped apart by
the inefficiencies of jobs, errands,
taxes, and death, that when we
tap into the fuel of our existences,
that we do not let it burn.
That when our loves flow into us
like hydroelectricity, that we do not
gorge ourselves until we mourn its
depletion, that the moments should be
mined like mountains of bituminous coal,
and that with greater patience than
oil derricks, we siphon every drop.
And when you find the source that
brightens your eyes and provides you
with limitless power, and that if you
could write this formula, no one would ever
know worry again, when you have a match
as pure as ethanol, and clean as the
currents, when you feel as light as a hydrogen
atom, and you bond with your partner
in an act of fusion that can bring
galaxies to life, and your union bursts
from a star in a single solar gust
that slowly
spins, spins, spins,
no longer in need of a home, and
no longer in want.
Author notes
From the upcoming free chapbook Future World (10.01.06).
Written August 15th, 2006
A contest entry
- For Those Poets Who Have Never Won A Trophy Before by wings of an angel.
525 points, ended February 26, 2007, 17 entries
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This is a very good poem you penned here, well done dear poet good luck in my contest
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I feel the hydrolics of your poem take flight here,
'that when we
tap into the fuel of our existences,
that we do not let it burn.'
I am overwhelmed with the thought of conservation, almost- the feeling in my head seemes to tell me not only what love is, and as it resembles a vast theory, but even an inanimate object to grasp and hold onto, but what it can really do with the right momentum from that person...
stunning work- -
1) Don't make the chapbook free. ($3.00, maybe), 2) This is one of the best love poems I've heard/read from you or anyone.
"Brilliant" is not the word.
-C
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