Vertigo of times .
Glowing passions .
Union of molten rocks.
confused symphony .
Sometimes silence hesitates...
In the death throes the eternity,
the deities of the shadows
confront the solar dragon .
Humans questioning the immortal,
your bones will await judgment .
New roots giving birth to dynasties
in wind color paint ...
Where the day begins ,where history ends ,
all engraved into the skin of the fire...
The temple of nature no longer offering refuge.
In the architecture of a pensive chaos
the naked priestess casts an oracle ...
Dream of the Toba child awakens .
Life has no more exit doors ...
burning sand ending up in the belly
of the abyss ...Obscure beauty .
Last prayer engulfed in the ocean's truth .
Memory is only made of words
asleep in the ashes ...
Upright ad dignified I would contemplate
the face of destiny ,without cursing .
My being filled with a breath of living sulfur !
Mutant stone of flesh ,I am !
Crystal ethereal ,I will survive !
On the shores of the lake ,now at peace,
old Toba telling me the secret...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments5
This seems nature turned to myth and myth to reality. A lovely poem of metaphor with significant vibrant power. Viril I would call it
Virile ..A word that seems somewhat forgotten in today's society !
Yes it is politically incorrect banned for its male meaning
I should have been removed from this site since long ! Julian really has a lot of patience !
I have had poems removed from other sites and even been shut out of a site for some time requiring special petition for readmitance
Let's not be sycophants !
Psychopath maybe sycophant never
Beautiful metaphors and a rare sense of the ancient spirit!
Human resilience vs primordial forces !
a fine write my friend
Thanks Norman !
I think when Toba gets angry we all see the consequences.
Now, a super Toba, whose impact lasted years, that's a real impact.
Nature at work, we live in awe.
an interesting write...
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