Friday, March 5, 2010

E. E. G.

electric cap reaches
fingers long and speckled
spewing waves
complacent and exact
upon screen of electric's cave


Annie said...

I like this poem for the rhythm, imagery, and sound. Every time I read it I get more and more out of it, until I think I know the message it sends, and I feel like there's more to this poem than what is on the page (which can be a good thing).

Alexis said...

This poem in the product of being in the hospital for 4 straight days! My sister has been having seizures and her Doctor needs to know where the seizure starts in her brain so she is hooked up to a continual E.E.G.
There is so much more to this poem, your right!

Annie said...

Hi Alexis,
I hope the doctors find what they need to help her. My thoughts are with you and your sister. Take care...

Jodi said...

Hi Alexis, I will be praying for your sister. My brother has seizures and must take medication to control them. It's hard to watch a loved one suffer. Blessings to you and your family; we will pray.