I've been to a few strange places in my day
some hotter than the hottest spot on the sun
some colder than the coldest crater on the moon
and all the while I was looking for someone
looking here looking there I was searching everywhere
now I found you you are the one my searching days are done
for my heart made up its mind to love you
when we were oceans apart and worlds away
took a boat across the water and yet
I don't regret a single day
no more cloudy skies had more than my fair share
love will prevail now I've found a haven in a heart that cares
as you'll be my shelter from a storm warning
(calm waters, safe harbour)
you'll see me through to a new day's dawning
I'll pass on the weatherman I forecast my sun shining
don't need my fortune read I foresee a silver lining
yes I've done some crazy things in my lifetime
been to hell and all the way to the back of beyond
with not even a handbasket to carry me there
and all the time I was searching for someone
Crater Lake, Oregon
a lake sacred to the indigenous Klamath tribe
she appeared after collapse of Mt. Mazama
doorway portal to the underworld
Crater Lake
where spirit Llao fell in love with a Native American woman
declared he wanted to marry her
burned surrounding forests when her father, a chief, said no.
Battled with Skell, another spirit who loved the same woman
Crater Lake legends and facts
Suicides
Disappearances
Ghosts
UFO’s
Bigfoot
Clear azure color of water keeping her secrets
Who has never seen the hole inside the hole
On that moon parked there in the courtyard,
In the crater within the crater,
The cold silver light that Clavius generates?
We the lost mass
Obese owners of apartments with no view,
Blind travelers beneath the stars,
impatient patients,
ignorant of galaxies and infinity.
(Clavius is one of the largest crater formations on the Moon. It is so large that it harbors other craters in its interior.)
I never asked much
of this world
only an opportunity
a chance
That’s all
Nothing big
Simply something small
A crack that I
could crawl through
A few bits of string
to weave as birds do
when they build their nest
into a rope to climb
out of the darkness
of this cold barren crater
into which I was born
From there I could
do the rest
There is someone - a boy.
I shouldn't have taken the child here.
I'm slipping, taking him with me;
he won't let go of my hand.
We are on the very verge
of a deep pit,
teetering upon its crumbling edge,
at the craters floor a pool
in those waters are sauropods,
crocodilians.
Scree rolls under our feet;
the heavy handgun on my hip
weighing us down, dragging us toward
those saw-toothed muggers
who now thrash in an expectant melee.
In a dreaming funk,
a pensive fear snatches at my flesh,
Then as we slip and slide I glance at the boy
seeing myself in him.
I shout to that younger me
that we both will die from the unforeseen
one day, but not today
for I exchanged that old revolver
for a less heavy Glock.
The scene melts, my child-self
still clinging to my breath
asking the bedroom ceiling: when?
Had a thought a moment ago, just before I broke your aura'd wing,
trapped here, forever, within Audouin's vast crater alone and pining.
Starved for ages, a new gnawing hunger'd vision looked to bring.,
had we met, you and I, before the javelin started skyward climbing?
Though skin is rough and jagged as scoria litter that surrounded,
there beats a heart recognized by all the vanquished ghosts of Mars.
Was this love, don't know..,tho' never felt quite so astounded.
Perhaps startled to realize, it was I..,snared by her eyes in fawning stars.
Pitiful, mortal creatures molded by divine hands such as we,
learn only now, the cosmos proves bearable only through love.
And so I'll starve tonight, and tomorrow, and perhaps forever be.,
though joyous still..,no longer alone, or taunted by constellations above.
At last you take wing again, watch you soar away into the starlit night,
this day found love to save, and let your spirit go in merciful flight.
~~My apologies to Carl Sagan~~
The hands of God cradle
liquid sapphire splendor
glistening peaks surround
like points on a royal crown.
Behold the glory of the
serene, majestic lake
in whose mirrored reflection
one might see the face of God.
Written on 1/18/2019
Crater Lake
Looking down high above in sunny skies
A view through aircraft window down below...
A sublime scene of beauty cast in eyes
Of a crater lake, crowned by pristine snow.
The island in its center brought such cheer,
A picture postcard flocked with evergreens,
With a sense of serenity so near
In glory of this lake and what she means.
The deep azure of water shined like glass,
I will never forget our stunning view.
Enchantment stole my heart which came to pass
I vowed to visit there one day with you.
God's hideaway in mountainous terrain,
A sacred sight retained within my brain.
1-13-22 rev.
~Second Place~
Winter Wonders Within Nature Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: M. L. Kiser
*Photo from Wikipedia by WolfmanSF
1-3-19
Sleeping Volcano Poetry Contest~3rd Place~
Sponsor Eve Roper
Henry, an extraordinary excavator
Would arrive there sooner rather than later.
Using his big cat,
When shown where it was at,
He would dig you an enormous crater.
I wonder…
What catastrophic rock
Could have caused this gigantic hole,
Over two miles around,
And half a mile deep,
Like some giant's awesome soup bowl?
Could it be…
When the earth was born,
God just ran out of clay,
So, he left it there,
Unfinished and bare,
Waiting for a more convenient day?
crater lake always with snow
draws a long cerulean breath
inhaling wizard island
blows another blue
how much can endure
when one is so unsure,
if refrain is coming or going
if time is right side up
or forthright down,
unhappiness begets a frown
plays sickly trumpet sounds,
simplicity is a statement
like bereavement on stale bread,
a stapled diet
wrought fresh of deniability
and tranquility,
act aloof.
paint the sky troubled blue
swing from the trees
of broken branches,
lie and fall,
sweep memories missed
thoughts of were and were not
so accurately desperate,
cannot remember the taste
of a single delicacy that
brought a smile to the face,
of blame.
test me,
hurt me,
love me,
shake me,
take me,
grant me,
tranquility…
prayers are for the weak
like me,
tall dark little one
scarce giggled mess
life rehearsing tangled dress,
faults on display
kerning yearning flowered drums,
seeds looking upwards,
damn you soiled seeds,
looking for a sign of someone,
to please.
circles dip and weave
lie dormant for you and me,
blame set the flame
now my name seeps in vain,
rain cleanse thy grief
name calling opposite truth,
soul searching epiphany
long handed sorrow
dreams shatter, like,
no tomorrow.
Caldera
formed when Mount Mazima
erupted thousands of years ago.
Lake water's warmed by remains of a volcano;
Oregon’s state park lures tourists to take a swim.
Mount Mazima may erupt again
beneath the surface of
Crater Lake.
* “The water is heated by hot rock beneath the fractured caldera floor.
Scientists are not certain whether any magma still remains underground
but it is likely that Mount Mazama will erupt again someday.”
– The Oregon Explorer
http://oe.oregonexplorer.info/craterlake/geology.html
Hold me tight, like tonight was our last day.
If I could have imagined everything
Then I could just walk away.
If I could imagine anything,
Then everything would be my darkest dream.
And I, I can't close my eyes
And fall from your skies.
Now out here in space
I wonder what impact I can make.
And now that I've lost everything,
I rise, oh I rise, but it's too late.
And now that I've lost everything,
I fall, fall into myself.
Watch as I fall away.
Lay next to me so I can see all that you hide.
Without you here I lock myself away.
And no I won't, I won't give up this fight.
To get up and just walk away.
I can't lose everything.
And now that I've lost everything,
I rise, oh I rise, but it's too late.
And now that I've lost everything,
I fall, fall into myself.
And now out here in space,
I wonder what impact I can make.
Watch as I fall away,
Watch as I fall away.
Now out here in space
I wonder what impact I can make.
Now watch as I fall away.
Watch, watch everything, now as it falls away.
the hard oak began to splinter, sliding beneath
worn skin. The numbing takes some of the pain away.
rivers of sweat breech softened skin, tears glaze
my cheek before jumping
into the abyss. stained steel- broken
down to spoon- mixes fluids
into dirt.
my own melting pot.
( I am the rabbit waiting
for the strip to fade black)
both knees break free and fall into stew.
left hand loosens its grip
on the handle. landing face up reflecting a distorted
face I once called my own. the dirt begins to fall,
scattering within this crater. No more
stew, it’s all dried out. wish I could see
the dawn peak its head and say hello, but the
mounds now cover my view.
take my last breath.
the sunlight numbs
the pain.
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