volcano - a woman with a child <br />would be better to relate <br />nine months she carries one <br />fiery red, flesh and bone <br />ever ready to tear through her <br />to greet the world <br />a thump is always earthshaking to the heart <br />its explosion always welcomed with screams and joys <br />the child is woman's conviction to her love <br />the volcano - nature's little bonus for mankind <br />- if it can be <br /> <br />inspired by <br /> <br />A still—Volcano—Life— <br />That flickered in the night— <br />When it was dark enough to do <br />Without erasing sight— <br />A quiet—Earthquake Style— <br />Too subtle to suspect <br />By natures this side Naples— <br />The North cannot detect <br />The Solemn—Torrid—Symbol— <br />The lips that never lie— <br />Whose hissing Corals part—and shut— <br />And Cities—ooze away— <br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-still-volcano-life-2/
