That light unseen, untouched,
lost to the stars and the cold moon
Is a frozen fire
made molten by another’s hand Stand-in
skimming the surface of my skin
He hovers like some dark angel
over my topography, seared by the heat
The fault is mine Earth cracks
and a need long diffused flows
from the fissures and here in liquid
I bubble and burst as pressured plates
shift
and move me
to desire
While a moon halved by the sun
holds us in gravity, undone
I hiss, steam, expand Then cool
into folds hardened by the air Your breath
a chill on my skin His fingers run water
along the length of my leaded form
I contract and curl inside myself Untouched
Lost to the stars and the cold moon
A frozen fire
Hi L.G., I think you should keep on contemplating if this is what it does to your pen! You have given geology another meaning... thank you for sharing this...
Linda,
"The fault is mine" - what a line! And that's just one of many excellent lines and devices in this wonderful poem, up there with the very best. This is such a satisfying experience in every way.
John
This is one of my favorites of yours. Exquisite writing, indeed. I particularly love:
"The fault is mine Earth cracks
and a need long diffused flows
from the fissures and here in liquid
I bubble and burst as pressured plates
shift
and move me
to desire..."
Descriptive images come to life beneath your lines and words...could be taken for symbology of life and love or as just simple poetry of nature but either way it is stunning.
I would love to experience this!
Your words like a slow seductive dance arouse the senses
"Contemplating Geology" is wounderfully envisioned
Embraced~Embrassé
Vickie
Those that have witness by night the flow of lava moving to the sea in Hawaii will remember the hot air, the pungent scent, the red and yellow hues slithering among dark grays and coal blacks.
We, once, were part of it.
A way to use your mind for silent communication. Speaking about the methods in the book I have used since a young age.
21st Century learning. I also have a GoFundMe page to ask for funds so I can research with other people and add their experiences
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
A way to use your mind for silent communication. Speaking about the methods in the book I have used since a young age.
21st Century learning. I also have a GoFundMe page to ask for funds so I can research with other people and add their experiences
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Ron
enjoyed this
Take care, Pierre
A superb contemplation of Geology!!
Love your energy!!
Love, Suzie xox :-D
In Spirit,
Bear
Be always safe,
Karen
"The fault is mine" - what a line! And that's just one of many excellent lines and devices in this wonderful poem, up there with the very best. This is such a satisfying experience in every way.
John
"The fault is mine Earth cracks
and a need long diffused flows
from the fissures and here in liquid
I bubble and burst as pressured plates
shift
and move me
to desire..."
hugs
Fee
Your words like a slow seductive dance arouse the senses
"Contemplating Geology" is wounderfully envisioned
Embraced~Embrassé
Vickie
We, once, were part of it.
Georg