#eruption
On a bright and sunny day
On the 18th of May
An earthquake resulted in a landslide
That unleashed a massive force brewing inside
The eruption removed the upper 1,300 feet
The magma chamber burst- rock & gas blown at supersonic speed
Within 8 miles, all was instantly wrecked
With a shockwave so big, what could one expect?
As the north slope collapsed down
All life forms began to drown
Every tree in sight swept away
19 miles outward; a ruinous ashtray
Silence breaks as ash falls like snow
The once mature landscape now just an embryo
What had become a lifeless terrain,
Now shows us what 35 years can attain.
After the volcanic cataclysm
Biological legacies determine the pace of new ecosystems
The following colonizers proceed:
Lupines, pearly everlasting, alder shrubs, and fireweed.
The coniferous forest was replaced
The deciduous Alder trees won the race
The new forest attracts grasshoppers, birds, and ants
Larks, gophers, sparrows and deer mice take a chance
Out of 256 species alive prior to the eruption,
86 are now in production
20% of the surface is covered with grass and legumes
Struggling young trees that endeavor to bloom
Ecological gaps begin to fill
Strong ecosystems form, production is uphill.
Elk arrives to munch on grass and bark
The thick forests attract birds, like larks.
Fallen logs create nutrients and feed biofilm to the lake
Floating ecosystems now have plenty resources to take
Elevation affects the rate of recovery reports.
The higher the colder, which means the growing season is short.
The loss of trees means more room for sun
As the lake warms up, there’s increased production
More insects and bigger fish, like rainbow trout
Salamanders are scarce now, not many about.
Lupines deserve their own stanza, those purple legumes.
They help make a pumice landscape suitable for others to bloom.
Lupines create essential nutrients the pumice is low on
Other plants are thankful for the rare space to grow on.
All this information hopefully to inspire,
Life pulls through in situations most dire.
Mount Saint Helens’ destructive wake is seen clearly today,
The eruption that obliterated had also paved a way.
May 18, 2022
May 18, 2022 at 11:31 AM UTC
you've never been
more beautiful
than when i
don't know you
yet
all that
hidden skin
ignites
my
raw furnace
every drop
of light that
kisses your
body
is an invitation
to rise
like the
sun and shower
you in
blazing
desire
every orbit
of your
celestial body
beckons
my flames
to lick and
lash
as we spin
through each
other's
gravity
coming
so close
you
threaten my
core
with eruption
as you
pass by
lightning-
tipped *******
at
twelve o'clock
on top
of orchid
petaled hips
perfuming my
garden of
thirst
i want to
do to you
what the
bee does
to the lily
Sep 11, 2020
Sep 11, 2020 at 8:55 AM UTC
The mind at play is a rocking boat:
It goes along the flow of our thoughts
Between destination and arrival ports.
And on the boat we learn of causality.
The mind at rest is a quiet pond:
Its surface mirrors the world
As the edges are all withdrawn.
And in the lake we learn of unity.
The mind in a rush is a storm:
Waves collides in a frenetic waltz
Where one sees hills in eruption.
And in the storm we learn of identity.
...if we could get the vessel across;
...if we could face our own shape;
...if we could settle on the hilltops;
What more would be left for us to behold?
Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 11:48 AM UTC
The tongue wags with sudden impulse
swearing on myself what I’d never utter to another
a volcano of failure erupts like a reflex
gushing in a tide of crimson anger
making me wonder if my mind is master
or merely a servant of fleeting feelings.
I embarrass myself and subject those in earshot
to these small virile tsunamis of garbage
molesting and spoiling peaceful moments
while they silently love me
and cherish the molecules of purity
they see and summon in me.
It will take a higher power
to stem this tide
for my own devices have pitifully failed.
I call out to the heavens
mount me on eagles’ wings
bear me on the breath of dawn
change my mind
and pinch my tongue
between your finger and thumb.
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 7:50 AM UTC
Would you please tell me when your heart is trembling , ready to erupt in a volcano of emotions
so instead of fleeing for my life
I can stay and try to mend the damage ?
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 5:13 AM UTC
a midnight
let fly
a lubricious
crow that
Vesuvius threw
off her
mind and
made out
this harmony
and a
throng we
once said
was so
wild where
we met
in night
of ash
Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 9:10 AM UTC
This artistic and ancient civilisation settled on these fertile slopes a millennia ago,
in peace with the land they live in complete harmony for they are not a war-faring race.
They plant crops and grow grapes on the lower slopes of the huge towering volcano,
everyone ignores the billowing clouds of steam issuing forth, they know they’re safe just as their parents knew.
At midday the earth rocks and then the volcano explodes, sleeping mountain awakes with a massive roar. Fire and rocks fly forth in all directions and lava flows down the steep slopes.
Villagers run away scared but many are caught in the fall of hot ash and rock,
as the burning lava destroys their crops and town they know the end is near.
Falling ash covers everything and everyone so that they’ll be hidden for three thousand years, entombed to their end.
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 6:44 PM UTC
i watched the smoke loom into the sky.
you and i, we don't pay it any mind.
the blood is rushing to my face—
vesuvius who?
a.d. sixty-two: an earthquake shook the ground.
that was seventeen years ago, and we are twenty now.
four days ago the shakes started again
but i don't mind the sound.
i close my eyes and i am gone
the room is full of heat
volcanic ash and tephra and gas—
forever, we're asleep.
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 7:52 PM UTC
Man, the mountain tamer.
Explains to the erupted how their cores can be corrupted. Disaster avoided he can rejoice, until he hears another voice. Afraid of how their emotional erosion may cause the Earth's explosion. Lost, not just their home, but themselves.
Man, the mountain tamer.
Sweetly shouts serenades to the mounds who seek aid. Blissfully bringing back the molten from back before they knew when. Lava they've learned to live through now erupting from within you. The heart's fatal eruption will be their world's destruction.
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 8:24 PM UTC
The Artisan tongue and Linguistic,
Likes of the melted cheese upon the mouth,
And the gift of tamoto soup in winter tundra.
Those are the gift that I seek upon,
As an indentured servant looking upon the wonders of aurora boreal,
Or a spiritless soul seeking to quench the inner fiber meld with ether.
Dream seeker with nothing to stand,
A adventurer without a quest,
Or the rebel without a cause.
Those days are but a distant past,
Forgotten murmur of mythic dreams,
As radiance dawn from each breath.
Come upon the golden kingdom,
And seek prize upon the window of glory,
While never stand in comfort of being normalized.
The suburban curse of procrastination,
The comfort of daydream,
The arrogant silence of enact.
The desire to seek greatness entwined with destiny,
Perpetual confidence grasp the very breath of existence,
And one would crawl out from nothing.
I breathe to be something,
And seek everything,
To avoid being nothing.
For seekers desire,
And desire seek every essence of breath another day to be all things.
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 8:18 PM UTC
When things are stacking up
My mind is packing up
And I've had enough
Of a world that seems to hate me
Of a world where theres no one left to save me
The new one
The lost one
The young one
All of them in my head
I wish I were dead
For causing this turmoil
Which I dread
Bury me in the soil
Before my anger is fed
By a lost tease
A new crush
And a young love
Who knows where it'll lead
Now hush
And fly away my dove
It bulds up to pull me down
Until I'm underground
Until I cant hear the sound
Of three sweet voices in which I've drowned
In love with the lost
Lost with the young
And a young friendship with the new
A voice of reason is trapped behind a door
Because where you have one voice
I have six more
Reason
Is not what they speak
Treason
Is all that they reap
I've come to a new assumption
Drowning in an emotional eruption
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 6:29 PM UTC
I wonder if you could tell me
What you saw in my eyes on day one
The day we met had a warm summer breeze
But what did you see under our setting sun?
I ponder until my sky has darkened
What you heard that you didn’t want to let go of
The night we sat in Aya with our eyes widened
But what did you hear through the music of love?
I squander my imagination out of reach
What you could’ve felt on our last embrace
Over the clouds, mourning mountains and seas
But what did you feel about the memories we couldn’t erase?
I surrender my thoughts and dream from yesteryear
What stopped us from erupting every single day?
Through our implosions, we’ve turned igneous and seared
But what good are we if we can’t make it through today?
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 1:10 PM UTC
It did not look like rain.
And then, slowly,
Clouds gathered, fat drops fell.
A perfect storm can take you by surprise.
Words fall into my hands and your lap, streams of language,
A downpour, from that stern and sombre sky,
A deluge, spilling sudden, wrenching, overwhelming need.
I fear that we will drown.
I hope that we will not.
You cannot stop the sky when it cries,
And so, we let the storm pass.
Now, I take your hand, and run towards the sun.
Laughter sparkles, there are diamonds on the wet, worn road,
Washed clean, the landscape itself surprised, renewed,
It did not look like rain.
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 9:53 AM UTC
My dilemma's plays are on as always again
Eruption of flames at my heart now begin
my dilemma's fire in an sunset suddenly attacks
sunshine glistens and cloudy sky crazy shows as blacks
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 11:24 AM UTC
There is just too much
Too much to feel:
*Eruptions of emotion channel from my core to the surface
Only to be siphoned off and returned to the callous cauldron
The magma dashes at my inner walls and
The wretched pain it causes is tightly sealed away;
Kept such that no one would suspect…
No one suspects Mother Nature is alive within
And she is restless*
There is just too much
Too much to think:
*Contemplations accelerate through my mind's eye
Ideas and reminiscences claw the pupils,
Each one consumed with self-importance hence
driven with desperation to tumble through that narrow opening,
Falling instead into the cauldron
Wherefore they agitate its contorted contents*
There is just too much
But,
Like a calm ocean,
The surface waves are gentle
Healthy blue-green water dances to the shore and back
Crisp, salty spray permeates the air
Which invariably caresses the lungs of the living
Like a calm ocean, the surface waves are gentle
Masking the horrors lurking in its murky depths.
-A.M.E.N.
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 8:16 PM UTC