Tectonics Poems - Poems about Tectonics

Sometimes extraordinary earthquakes radically rearrange the landscape Sometimes continents collide, violently vying for the same space Sometimes the savanna becomes a mountain range dividing two valleys Sometimes your two best friends are a girl and a guy she likes him you like her Sometimes the savanna becomes a mountain range dividing two valleys sometimes you wander into a romance novel not ready for a...

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Next to my son's anger plate tectonics are nothing to me. His unhappiness was caused by me. His purpose and mine is to catch photons and store them in our bones. Time measures change which continues without self-doubt. There is no self there. Therefore, why care about my son's anger or my guilt? Is it possible as Deutsch suggests that the changes a self-aware organism can applying the scientific method instantiate are...

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An old man remembers what he has been yet the details are unimportant. Then the outline disappears, and the meaning. Good, I can die or go to work, be wise or a jerk. Rich or poor, the wind and rain wear us away and it's o.k. Ask what matters, that question. Feeling the seasons, wearing a hat, loving your woman, a good ****. Children...

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Plate Tectonics When crust and mantle- Meet beneath the steal gray seas Fiery flames burn. © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen March 9, 2008...

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I wait for the deluge To see Arizona's Coast Join hands, tread water....

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I am Magma. I am of the Earth, created in a furnace that I did not ignite. I am found at mountaintops and ocean depths, Hot springs and black smokers. The furnace at my core is my guide. It generates the Force through which I flow, Uniting me with the Earth, Its Beings, and myself. It thrums in me, forcing me forward. Sporadically...

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