thither
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wooded hills and green fields
under great ash heaps.
since that eruption-
sometimes quiet
for a hundred years
men, almost forgotten
thundered out dust
after this mountain
very craggy and wild.
ordinarily the people,
sometimes,
bellows like an ox.
soon casts of cinders.
if these catch a man,
the roofs are crushed by the weight-
the wind, stiff, carried to far countries.
this bellowing comes every hundred years
and the air is pure and healthy.
My first poem for Wave Books, Erasures.
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your inspirations are expressed in your words...my inspirations are expressed in my photographs, yet we are both fulfilling our creative spirits:)
Interesting way to prompt poetry. I enjoyed this one and all I can think is that I wish I could do that...Michelle
very nice...
congratulations for the publication
The title is most intriguing, Michelle. You always have thought-provoking ideas. Thank you for the link to the site... must have a go at this kind of Found Poem soon.
Beautiful and meaningful imagery. Happy I stopped by!!!
Cheers! JJ
Wow. This is incredible. I wouldn't have thought it a found poem. Incredible images, phrasing, pacing.
I'm glad you 'found' this one - it's wonderful!
WOW! Such talent!
It's cleansing and rebirth. A very enjoyable and descriptive read :)
This one is so visual. Excellently done.
Beautiful... I've always wished my brain would slow down enough for poetry. I enjoy fiction probably because I can use more words!
So beautiful The words are real and alive.
xo
This is a found poem? Wow! It reminds me of Mt. Saint Helen, or Vesuvius.
Great work, Michelle!
it's a story & a poem, mystical, like those fairytale stories that are too fantastic to be real
explosive gases expelled underneath a city lies...that last line sez it all...
That was really wonderful!
Congratulations!:)
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