Trailing words behind, as dust motes airborne... <br />Tantalizing sun rays flame them to life... <br />Coalescing, accreting awesome worlds... <br />Stable, tectonic poetry uncurls <br /> <br />Into subduction smoothness. Building lines <br />Increasingly upwards, new mountainous <br />Heights of meaning. But, the fault line below <br />Shifts words, images. Molten lava flows <br /> <br />From crevices of a poem. Explosions <br />Funnel shattered words skyward. Particles <br />Expanding, cooling, creating new lines, <br />New mountainous heights of meaning. This time <br /> <br />Immortal phrases gently rain to Earth, <br />Building oceans for unborn writers' births.<br /><br />elysabeth faslund<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/origin-of-the-flame-2/
