#molten
I really truly don't know
why
some things under the
sun and sky
attract and catch my
fancy
Quite queerly they
happen to be
hot melting smelting
solids
that melt into exquisite
liquids.
Take for instance heated
liquid gold
molten glass or molten
brass
and to watch magma
'neath the earth's fold
Ooh, I love just about any
melting mass.
With similar bizarre
ecstasy and fascination
I like to watch
onscreen molten lava
Gliding in serpentine
turns, oblivious of my
admiration
Ah, I just love all that
golden molten mass .
Liquidised metal, liquid fire
I just never ever tire
Sometimes I even have
such an eccentric craving
to watch just any solid
beauty melting smelting
that I satisfy this craving
by simply imagining
the honey to be some
liquid fire gold glowing
in a crystal clear jar and
liken it to
metallic gold syrup in
the furnace burning
As if it were stagnant
mini-lava
right before me churning !
As for other mesmeric
things
that I find real eye-
catching
are those which
everybody else finds
ravishing.
And they are in all shine,
in heavenly mould and cast,
magical celestial stardust
or glittery terrestrial gold
dust
or dazzling diamond dust,
in mankind's metallic
materialistic lust.!
Btw I am allergic to earthly
dust!:)
Aug 12, 2023
Aug 12, 2023 at 6:33 AM UTC
And the knowledge of the hedgerow plant, I found embedded in leaf veins ... like in mine, etched along blue lines of a notebook. In the ripples on the remnants of water that pooled, before the mudflats claimed them are the striations of ol'butot near Naivasha. His stories tell of caves, a gleaming obsidian of a pre historic introspection. Do forty day fasts suffice to exorcise the springs of sulphur or the forced baptism of a flash flood washing six souls to Hades ? The sun glinted at me through a narrowness of fate, a gorge of interminable seconds and I marvelled at the strata of time in a warp, for it blurted out a moan.
Love spoke in nuanced layers of molten flow that crawled to stillness. Can I not say that stone speaks? A couple of hundred years back in time, self titled discoverers had seen land that had not been unseen by the thousands who lived for thousands until then. So yes, the strata spoke to me, like the striations in the leaves and the lines that were everywhere telling stories of interminable seconds. Time grooves like a death valley in an engraving, etched like a memory of that which has never been, ripples on sand, circles on water,
Apr 12, 2021
Apr 12, 2021 at 10:49 AM UTC
~for Woody’s pilgrimage, his exodus to Egypt~
I’m the mother of your maidenhead.
I’m the widow engorged in Ganges flames,
seeded, raised, in the coal pit born we were,
first mined, sent cross country by red rusted freight
car to the birth sac where we came~conceived.
simple, your beginning, is our end, they could
not never cut this cord tween us with an instrument
of hardened steel, cause it was god-birthed in a
steel furnace in the three river city, where we were
molten formed, fired woman, fired man, too-blackened.
you say come worship me, but I cannot, we are too
samed; the flesh of metal, the black blood of a mountain
seam, if we were to worship in our own imagery,
a sin, of ten commandment status, not a trifling,
imagine, a golden calf, an idol of our own making,
what glorious fury’d consequential if I bent knee to
love an undulating woman, a violation of volition,
between us, there can be never, the tangential of free will.
11:18pm Sat Jul 11
Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 11:31 PM UTC
___Stick girl embering,
Lollipop meandering,
Molten toffee trail.___
Jun 23, 2020
Jun 23, 2020 at 10:53 PM UTC
Scented by amorous
reflections of the past
I do not dare
to go closer
Often i repent
about keeping it still
A bearer of dreary hues
that imprisons the now
and drains its mirth
The sojourn of that drape
is coming to an end.....
There will be a time
that we'll stand above and laugh
for the molten strands of the past
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 7:57 AM UTC
Changes and grows and bores -
The seasons, as fall does spring,
Wishing for adventure and fun
When life is repetitive boring,
Wishing for dull and familiar
When life is fast unpredictable,
Discontent with the old taken
New is wished for, thus craving
This will be the human heart -
Always wanting, always depart
Of contentment, and always it
Finds change and changing, yet
Stills for a time enough to rest
Makes way for the new but does
Forget not the old and rusted,
It finds, it claims, it renews, and
It outgrows, rots, buries for new,
This will be its gifted curse living
Until its last very beat breathing
Fickle, want, and sentimental,
Human hearts as molten metal
As forever shifting unto death
Accursed gift of everlasting unrest.
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 7:05 PM UTC
Oh, Darling.
You can’t fix yourself by breaking someone else.
No, perhaps I can’t Love,
But when the heat rises up in me.
Making my skin glow,
Lining the holes in me with molten gold,
Perhaps I can burn them down.
Raze their structured beliefs
Until there’s nothing but choking thick ash.
If something survives it is beautiful.
If something new grows in that new fertile ground
Then it is precious.
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 3:41 AM UTC
I want to kiss you
Under a streetlamp at midnight
And suffocate in
Your molten breath.
Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 1:57 PM UTC