Upsurge Poem by Majdoleen (Maggie) Sukayri

Grant me the serenity I once felt
The quiet days I once had
The vast and tranquil meadows that went on endlessly
Fabricated ingenuous that only abode with bloom

A beautiful spread… while something beneath is brewing

Deep down, hindered in its chamber
My shrewd magma simmers
Artfully festering fumes… rooting upwards, poisoning what lies atop
Awaiting the right moment to leap
As an element of surprise

With a quake, the sudden eruptions of emotions I feel
Are just too much to handle
I've gone too far into the emissions
I only now see the heat that melts all indignant sensations

In a slow evacuation of its habitat
The molten rock emits its way out of my cavern walls,
As it overflows at my peak,
Like the venting sweet pop of the corn
Small fires crack out of the surface onto lower grounds
Landing on any live entity, burning it… leaving only ashes
Paving the way for my molten emotion… and so it moves
Slowly oozing its way downhill, thawing remnants in its path

As it reaches even grounds, it slowly crawls and spreads destructively
Leaving behind slopes of anguish cries
Darkening, hardening in my crawl
I keep feeding, until I have crawled onto all that surrounds
Until all I have touched has turned to clouds of ashes
Embedded on dead soil

With nothing else left, I begin to erode at my flanks
With succulent progression
Creating, upon myself, a hostile caldera
Awaiting the coming of a rebirth

As in all cycles, I sustain my proof of life
Pieces gather to reform my meadows
A new canvas, the oval blue surrounded by coats of green hills
A decoration vainly hushing rough old flanks

March 29,2011