O Blessed Kalapana
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Poetic Form: Ode
Inspired: 2024 March 30
Image: Kalapana
"Kalapana fishing village laid west of Mount Pu'u O'o. Our home was behind the church that sat on an abutment tip that rose slightly higher. The lava poured from the east side of our home, covering it, and rose sixty feet above it and took out the rest of Kalapana Village," ... by the Poet.
Oh great Mount Pu'u O'o, a new kingdom you artfully fuel
to new souls known as 'Mature Hill,' most have blue eyes
forever, my Hawaiian soul, my heart beats to another rule
but 'ere 'forever', once hailed a flat ridge reach our skies
'ere the days of a learned youth, from eyes left to right
commanding sides held lush greens and rocky spots until
my left eye saw a puff of white smoke 'twas my first sight
at home, in the fishing village of Kalapana, you an anthill
was your drip on Earth, altering steam of white and grey
no longer did it conceal your steady shape, I met, forever
and a day, as we both grew up, notable I, but you astray
'neath Earth's stratum being active till sprout together
where we manifested ourselves being wards of maturity
and I, naught wholly bitter nor sweet, yet, held my own
and nurtured only to watch my village grow to obscurity
and betold from solemn whispers 'neath a gravel groan
a past spoke, heed naught the naysayers, that say we
don't walk, talk, see, hear, laugh, cry, or just tell stories
of a past that doesn't walk, talk, see, hear, laugh, cry, be
enabled to tell stories, for they did so, righteous glories
for when they passed, we bid Aloha, buried in blessed
grounds, but nay, I say nay, forever and a day, I say nay
naught the village of Kalapana, after all, it's compressed
it's for the best for that thing, it's naught living, and say
with certain aloofness--it's naught breathing, it is dead.
Kalapana is a fishing village, where fish get caught--they
don't catch themselves, villagers walk, talk--the undead
imagine all of that, indeed I'm impressed, naught calm?
Was Kalapana fishing village ever blessed, I say naught.
Mature Hill you fuel a new type of breeders of dot.coms.
Copyright © Hilo Poet | Year Posted 2024
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