ERUPTION
A vast empty landscape,
a basalt black vista,
a gnarled wizened tree
precariously clinging,
contorted and gaunt,
it’s very existence
soon to be broken
as plates start converging,
diverging,
then rupture
releasing
the hot bubbling lava
encrusting
the bleak lonely landscape
with fiery glow.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
Offline) - Published: December 31st, 2016 00:32
- Comment from author about the poem: Another of my abstracts, recently sold, to accompany another heavier piece. Hope you like them.
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Comments8
I can visualize the lava destroying all in its path in the dark of night. Very sad, but beautiful. And, again, beautiful artwork! Happy New Year!
Thank you so much WriteBeLight - and a very happy new year to you too - here's to more super poems.
a hot time in the old town tonight.
Well done Michael \ww
Thank you for reading my latest WillyWeed and Kathy - happy new year to you both.
I think your art and your poetry is beautiful. Like those that commented before me, I can envision the lava destroyng the landscape in the night. Thanks for sharing!--Christina
Gee thanks Christina - much appreciated
Wonderful write
I love a fiery glow anytime.
Warms the heart - thanks Kevin
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