Origin Of The Flame...2* Poem by elysabeth faslund
Origin Of The Flame...2*
Trailing words behind, as dust motes airborne...
Tantalizing sun rays flame them to life...
Coalescing, accreting awesome worlds...
Stable, tectonic poetry uncurls
Into subduction smoothness. Building lines
Increasingly upwards, new mountainous
Heights of meaning. But, the fault line below
Shifts words, images. Molten lava flows
From crevices of a poem. Explosions
Funnel shattered words skyward. Particles
Expanding, cooling, creating new lines,
New mountainous heights of meaning. This time
Immortal phrases gently rain to Earth,
Building oceans for unborn writers' births.
Such bold metaphors to describe your poetic craft - draconian, teutonic, wondrous. It would seem that you have unleashed all the pent up fertility from within you and let it explode into words. Superb. love, Allie xxxxxxxx
Excellent Liz....., it's a very intellectual posting never to be compared to my current dumb, mundane, basic, street-level addition.....! ! ! Best, T.M..
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 5:28:25 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This time Immortal phrases gently rain to Earth, Building oceans for unborn writers' births. I like this ending. Reminds me of 4th of July fireworks.