look out from Hawaii
where summit isles peek at volcan panorama
like curious messengers scouting out ahead
where we spied Oumuamua skim slanting past
interstellar sliver rock tumbling by our yard
from Lyra curving by the sun, on to Pegasus
hyperbolic speedster, too fast for solar capture
......
am I poet enough to catch your angular drift ?
prophet of the space age
Arthur foresaw your approach some years ago
for moments our eyes meet, tangential traveller
mysterious wanderer, wonder who probes whom ?
wonder whether we are worth your fleeting visit ?
here's hello from us to the white-horse mythical stars
wisdom and excitement resides in not being sure
......
am I poet enough to read space between the words ?
do not stare directly
be askance, be oblique and somewhat off-kilter
watch the molten islands plume across the ocean
cosmic time, ancient journeys, canoes and planets
stumble on a meaning, kneel down, breathe in, rejoice
feel transition, change of key, symphonic rise and fall
music in the silence, in divergent destinations
......
am I poet enough to hear gaps between the notes ?
Categories:
volcan, adventure, goodbye, hello, science,
Form: Narrative
el agua
se convierte
en amarillo
anaranjado
luego rojo
vino
abundancia
de flores
fantasticas
entre lazando
cada
vez major
ella
se esta
extendendo
en la parte
superior de la
niebla magica
consciencia mistica
lava que expulsa desde
un volcan vicioso
metafisico
revelaciones
el sueno es
via de escape
Categories:
volcan, allusion,
Form: I do not know?
A word that evokes
Lot of meanings and feelings
Exploding as sparks
Like a volcan eruption
When the heart controls the mind
Nayda Ivette
12-14-2015
Categories:
volcan, feelings,
Form: Tanka
Where do I hide? Hide from this evil within me
like a volcan of digust and shame as it is ready to exlode
Do I hide in poison? Poison that drowns me
time and time again; but I rise out of the rocky dirt
as a dead black rose that pricks my blood that is
filled with anger.
Do I hide on a park bench? A bench that wraps its
metal leg around my broken and bruised body.
Do I hide in the land of the dead, as they sleep peacefully?
I wish it were me. I sleep in the corner of the land, by an evi
tree that bears its branches of snakes and thorns.
There is no where for me to hide, but in disgust and evil
within my Soul. I just want to leave and hide in a small cave
that only a mouse can hide; but, nonetheles, I am surrounded
with hopelessness that pierces my Soul like a curved sword
with evil teeth that devour my Soul.
Help me, someone! I wish I had a Soul that can save me and bury
me in that small cave and stay with me and comfort me until this everlastig and eternal
dream.
Categories:
volcan, depressionme, evil, me, sleep,
Form: I do not know?