Twins
They rose from the sea...
One trembling and oozing out fear,
throwing tantrums, havoc, ill will,
spewing lava, smoke and hot springs.
Ever present even today
and a threat to all on the land;
with shudders she spits and she spills.
Though barren and grey are her soils,
hot mud flows beneath, dynamic
great fountains amuse with displays.
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The other...is regal and grand.
Fills valleys with rivers and streams:
while hills stretch their tentacles high.
From the peaks and the boulders and crags,
waterfalls slide, cascade,
meander and twist through the land.
The glaciers, the ice, and the fiords:
only a start to the splendor,
the grandeur and honor bestowed.
Spellbinding Majesty - Castles touching the sky,
with their shoulders surrounding us
on all our sides -
as God does, when we are in strife.
They rose from the sea...
Denise Nowakowski, Copyright April 2007
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Be always safe,
Karen
One good, the other, bad; each compliments the other. I know: I'm a twin. Wouldn't want it any other way. :) *hint: I'm the bad twin LOL* Well done, like this very, very much. Richly imaged and penned.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Edwin