Power surge!
Rainbow flames
sear the air
in every direction.
Outstretched arm
points to the forest.
Retreat!
Guardian of the gate
allows no entry --
go forth, and forage,
the rules have changed.
No more,
the sweet fruit of Eden.
YES...THE END BEGAN THEN AND WILL SOON CULMINATE...I HEAR THAT HOLE IN THE OZONE LAYER...GETS BIGGER AND BIGGER EVERY DAY. THANKS FOR SHARING...WELL WRITTEN. GOD BLESS. JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Power surge is an interesting line. The great cosmic power struggle where one player can change the rules seems like a stacked game. Then again, it all depends on your vantage point. Very nice.
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Ron
nice rhythm to this poem, Dallas ...
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D