Last week I heard the rumble.
Yesterday I felt the rocks fall.
Today, she has erupted
Spewing dark red lava, glowing lava
Lighting, igniting, the pale blue sky
With hues of pink and purple
And fire.
Is that the moon or the
sun, blocked by rising smoke?
Is that really the same blue sky I used to know,
That parchment on which the red ink flows?
And that geat bump on the horizon
Is it still the same?
No, no. The world has changed
It took only a few hours, maybe a day
But this once beautiful and green and living land
Has now become desolate, haunting
Rock, red, blue, and gray.
Yet it still retains its beauty.
Author notes
It's free verse.
A contest entry
- Picture Pretty by Samplette.
600 points, ended April 14, 2008, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - prewrites round contest #1 by serenity silvermoon.
425 points, ended December 27, 2008, 86 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Beautifully witten. Very well crafted. Great use of words. Thank you for entering the contest.
Sam
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