At the Mountains of Madness
At the Mountains of Madness our magma
is metaphor- our words bubble beneath incited by musings
Deep swirling thoughts mulled over in silence
we wrestle with reason these words to regiment.
Although alphabetized they rise in meteoric fury
Prepositions, clauses, split infinitives modulate flow
Commas, semi- colons, dashes to give us control
whenever in doubt we have the question mark.
Words like hot lava spill out of the darkness -
create their own sparks to illumine ideas
imagine a problem and then the solution
build up strong evidence to alleviate fears.
At the Mountains of Madness the world is our own
conjured inside us from all that we've known
fine thoughts can shine from sadness we see
Sun- warmed, moonlit, star frosted and free
Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2016