Power lines

I wrote this (also in American Poetry) while contemplating powerlines. I meant for it not to necessarily focus on what powerlines actually were but rather what makes a line of poetry powerful. There are some images that ended up sounding rather sketch (I'll be honest, thats kind of why I like this one) but I wanted to capture the essense of powerlines and what they feel like and in an odd way... sound like... I tried to do this with the word choice and rythm. Let me know if I failed or had some mild success...

Swift, invisible, pulsing
current, flowing, passionately
throbbing, pressure, pain
intermixed and intertwined
signals, confused, entangled
nest of words, twig of message, meaning,
thread of feeling, pleasure,
thrill of force, motion compelled,
strong waves coursing
through; composing
straight, curved, chords of definition,
energy, volition;
a power line.

Ms. Harrington

I wrote this in American Poetry... This was all that kept me awake... and yet if you were to look at the original text you'd see that I fell asleep a few times. I'm not really sure it makes any sense. I don't think I should have even typed it in.

Talk on, talk on, Ms. Harrington,
talk on, talk on.
Till the things you talk of return to dust,
talk on.
I will sit and listen as the dark cloud
accumulates over your head,
lightning bolts striking at your heals,
talk on.
She feeds the cloud, the rain, the storm
with her brooding words,
yet I will sit and listen and watch
as she talks on, talks on.
Till the things she talks of return to dust
and shower down upon her, mixed with
tears.
Clinging to her lips as she
talks on. Ms. Harrington
talks on.

Never

He loved her in kindergarten when she cried so hard after breaking the yellow crayon that she had to be sent to the nurse’s office. He loved her in 2nd grade when they were paired to file into the Church beside one another, dressed in their perfectly pressed communion wear. He loved her in 4th grade when he was one of the three boys invited to her birthday party. He loved her in 6th grade when they were partners for a presentation on Abraham Lincoln and she dressed up as Mary Todd and he as Honest Abe. He loved her in 8th grade when she earned a week of detentions for blackening the eye of the boy who called Father Jim a pedophile. He loved her in high school when she drove him home after service club meetings and smiled goodbye to him in his driveway. He loved her when she posed for prom pictures in her front yard with Tom McKinley’s arm around her waist. He loved her when she smiled and waved at him from the front seat of Tom McKinley’s bright red car as he checked his mail. He loved her in spite of (or perhaps because of) the fact that she would never love at him the way he loved her.

She loved him in kindergarten when he peed his pants while playing dodgeball and walked slowly to the bathroom, one tear sneaking down his cheek. She loved him in 2nd grade when he read from the Book of Deuteronomy at their first communion, pronouncing each word with the utmost care. She loved him in 4th grade when he came to her birthday party and gave her a water-color set, complete with brushes and paper. She loved him in 6th grade when he agreed to wear a top hat and color a beard on his face to fulfill her vision of Abraham Lincoln for their presentation in History class. She loved him in 8th grade when he read his paper on modern saints aloud to the class. She loved him in high school when he would thank her for bringing him home after Students of Service, even though she wished he would have said so much more than 'thank you.' She loved him when he walked slowly to his mailbox as she had her picture taken before prom, causing her perfect smile to falter. She loved him as she climbed into her date’s sports car, his corsage on her wrist. She loved him in spite of (or perhaps because of) the fact that he would never love her the way she loved him.

(Reason I posted this- it really does belong in an actual wastebasket. I wrote it in class, what do you expect?)
Edit: I tried to follow your suggestions, Elizabeth; they were definitely right on! It really was something I randomly thought of but it's always good to edit, and there's a ton more I could do to it. Time permitting.