Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Basalt Flows From my Belly

gurgling upwards
fearfully volcanic

for lava
to spew molten splinters

a quiet eruption
shields the spectator


Pat Paulk said...

In the brain of ME I can picture several scenarios with this poem. Basically a bad meal, or a good meal, but either way an excellent poem!!

Aurora Antonovic said...


Artpuppy said...

Carol, this is an excellent poem. You have so much talent!

wandi said...

This is good. I'm not a very good writer but I enjoy reading others writings.

Imran said...

The contrast of aggressiveness.. enraged emotion to throw-out, but a quietened, controlled eruption instead... a conformance.