applied electronics part i

i was in class

working on a breadboard

when a capacitor spit a puff of smoke and the connection was lost

it dawned on me 

the smoke contained something critical 

my labor was spent and would never find ground

without the irreplaceable smoke 

that summer I met you and thought your smile was a garden

and your eyes were two fires that made me feel like 

i was standing on a platform 

and had forgotten why I was waiting for the train

your hair smelled like jasmine

when we kissed 

but it was too late

my heart short circuited

you became a spit of smoke 

the black burnt carbon stain

stinging the tips of my fingers

Reviews

[Leanne Staples]

Nice usage of metaphors. Who would have thought to use a capacitor in this manner? Perhaps I am speaking of myself. It works though! "but it was too late/my heart short circuited." Fabulous line. Oh the poems on love found and love lost! I will have a read of some of your other pieces. Happy to have found you.

[Lyn Anderson]

One review of this poem? Really? I love the image of shop class and young love -- although for me it was volleyball and art class -- the result is the same, only different. A wonderful poem.

[Corset]

Favorite part: "that summer I met you and thought your smile was a garden
and your eyes were two fires that made me feel like
i was standing on a platform
and had forgotten why I was waiting for the train

your hair smelled like jasmine
when we kissed"

A poem all by itself.