Geoetry

It's been over 20 years since I last felt moved to write a poetic verse. I think it's a sign I'm finally slowing down enough to be curious and playful with my own thoughts and inner world. I hope you enjoy.

Mountains of Love

They'll cut you, they'll burn you

I have my scars indeed

But my heart is still intact

Left to beat, left to bleed

Never promised me answers

Never promised me thrills

Below fourteen hundred degrees

Their fine carapace chills

I've slept upon their shoulders

We've walked hand in hand

Far less than the mortals

Do they ever demand

They've kept me up too late

Woken with me to the sun

Where there's a slope there's a way

Lava ever will run

Own photo: Mt. St. Augustine, Cook Inlet, Alaska

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Heart-Quake

Solar plexus punch

Hold

On 

Tight

Love the waves

The world is churning

Stomach's hurling

The trees are madly swaying

I'm nearly losing lunch

Will

It

Cease?

Split the road

The building's flailing

Concrete's derailing

The stack of papers falling

To the floor

(Inspired by the #vss365 prompt #stack & the real life events of the November 3, 2002 M7.9 Denali earthquake)