Singsong Natural Explosives

A little ditty while bored at a staff meeting. Note the calm exterior.

 

Singsong Natural Explosives

 

Why don’t they know

that magma flows

‘neath Lake Serenity,

its bubbling tides

from geyserish plumes

as any fool can see?

 

He’s calm. He’s nice

or cold as ice -

no barometric pressure,

but deep within

the fires are lit

and richterically he’s measured.

 

It’s seismic shock

as he blows his clock

into the stratosphere.

Then chilling down

without a frown

he grins from ear to ear.

Reviews

[R. MonaLeza]

Okay, I'm not sure if it's just where my mind is, but this struck me as very sexual. Probably just my interpretation. I liked how you wove emotion with nature and the fury that gives it so much power over us. Very enjoyable read.

[T. L. O'Neal]

Sounds like my dad except for the serenity part. Not sure if your talking about people or geology. If you mean both then it's really extra cool. Really nice poem T

[Krystal Waters]

Wow, this piece is really good. I think you got the point across on the last verse. It's hard to keep your temper when you are suppose to all the time but we all know that is impossible. Great wording, works with the element that you are writing about. St. Helens blows it's top off everyonce in awhile and then it stops... All serene again. Yep... thumbs up!


Krystal