[Lubesh]

A breath
stirs from the belly
of heavy, molten slumber,
moaning and grumbling.
Cold, hard lungs cough and inhale.

A tamed mouth, kept silent for too long
ruptures a white, arctic calm as its voice erupts
into the heavens and offers up a prayer, this
god of fire reaches with deft claws to capture the timid skies.

Speech, free in flow, driven and desperate as hungry amber
tones argue now in red fury, burning the earth's crusted feet
and scorching the skin it ambles over. In the wake of self expression,
the cragged face of a new temple is quiet; it stands aloft but alone in the cooling winds.

[Venomous Vixen]

It just must be a day of "blow Bri's mind" with poetry... geez! Lu this is incredible, from the shape to the use of metaphor to the word selection...

If there is to be a shape section in the anthology I would like to see this in it. Gosh, I love it!

[Lubesh]

Thanks so much...I was inspired, my lighter packed up.lol

[Venomous Vixen]

Well if this is what stems from a dying lighter remind me to never lend you mine lol

[Phonoho]

A CP on steroids! Where's the lava?

god of fire reaches with deft claws to capture the timid skies.

Very nice visual.

[Lubesh]

Thanks Phonoh....havent a clue what u mean but thankee.

EDIT: Someone kindly explained.....but since i bombed at the CP i have a mental block now lol

[colinbaker62]

The master of imagery strikes again.

Wonderful!




Colin

[Lubesh]

Thnks so much Colin very much appreciated!