They say that I am
igneous,
that I was once
molten lava
pushed up from
the depths of earth.
They say that I was
once so fiery
I could burn
flesh, that people
would run from
my flowing path
in fear of my wrath
and judgement.
I couldn't be broken.
But to look at me now
you wouldn't believe it,
I must have cooled
too fast on the surface,
now I am just
this cold lump
of rock-- hard,
and black like tar
on the highway.
There is no warmth
within me,
no more flowing fire,
no more pressure
to push me up again,
And, I can easily be broken.
Author notes
This poem is dedicated to a geology professor at my university, Dr. Genet Duke. Her class really inspired me, what more can I say.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Ingenious.
Like lots.
Weak spot to me is the tar/highway simile.
I think perhaps, ending stanza at rock is stronger.
Me, I'm sedimentary. Sedentary. Sentimentary.
Thot you might like this http://allpoetry.com/poem/4760001 -
Excellent piece so wonderfully inscribed, I love the metaphors, and how this piece is filled with much insight and wisdom. Thanks for sharing, always a pleasure reading you sis, pen on poetess!
Love bro Timothy
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I have much admiration for my geology professor as well. I learned to appreciate the earth a whole lot more and it was one of only two A's i got in college. (t'other was philosophy - but it was nowhere near as much fun) Love the anthropomorphisms shown here – a brilliant blending and a joy to read. Blessings and best wishes,
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