Treasure Island

Ellen Shaw


I felt it like Creation


I felt it like a rumble
That tumbled
And cracked and split
An earthquake
That was earth shattering
And soul trembling
I felt it like an explosion
Hot lava
Over my skin
A volcano
All consuming
That heated my soul within
I felt it blow me over
Left me quivering
Like a leaf alone in the wind
A hurricane
Causing destruction
To be repaired once again
I felt it like creation
That marked the beginning of time
Time stopped and restarted
Never ended
The pleasure of this story
I tell you, is mine.

Submitted: Saturday, March 29, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, April 01, 2014

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  • Jessica Lockhart (3/29/2014 9:35:00 PM)

    very nice imagery portrayed. i like that we can leave the moment being described here to our own imagination (Report) Reply

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