The Way
I can feel the poems within me
Growing, moving, churning
Not yet ready to see the light
Yet building the light within me greatly
Sometimes I feel volcanic, ready to burst asunder
Sometimes there’s simply quiet, undercurrent
Moving the continents
One millimeter at a time
These senses are so subtle, sublime
Yet also they can be a sudden torrent
I don’t have my container ready to catch it all
The drops disappear into the warm, rich earth
Something will grow from them later
Something that creates a vast, deep crater
Too deep to see the bottom
Too wide to know the expanse
No droning lore or circumstance
Can describe or tame it
I can feel the poems within me
They grow, they move, they delight
They torture, they tense, they torment
All at once
All in a day
This is the way
Of the poet.
10/17/17
Songs From the River 
Stunning vivid imagery: conflict, inevitability, the opposites together, and beautifully expressed, from the very first line to the very last. For me, the unconventional photo is a stand-out and perfect with this piece. Great work. ⚡️
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Thank you! And just to let a little secret out, the photo is of our nearby Lasssen Volcanic National Park. It’s hard to detect here but there are several bubbling, steaming fumaroles nearby, symbolizing the “volcanic” nature of the poem. 🙂
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