Tectonic plates putting things into perspective
the tremendous movement of the lithosphere
the earth trembling beneath our feet
we stand in awe of the sounds we hear
is it a truck, or the train, no, a truck
driving dangerously close, house rattles more than ever
instantaneously, the brain triggers it's a tremor
these mighty plates rubbing together
the earth's primordial stretching or converge
of it's gigantic continental shelves
we, little petty lives, on top of the orb
cannot fathom the forces beneath ourselves
feedback van andere lezers
en ik keek vanop m'n wolk en zag dat het goed was...
killea: yes, Noel. Wrote this after lengthy chat with my friend in OZ after the earthquake in Melbourne a few days ago.
but somsetimes we think we can control earth, we heve to respect it,
killea: Thank you so much, Marc
I find this a masterpiece for a "scientific poem contest" but in day-to-day life I would never like to read this type of poems.
killea: Thank you Vardar for your very valid point and will return to the emotive. I just wanted to write something acutely up-to-date, as my home town Melbourne had been subjected to an earthquake a few days ago. Many thanks again for your excellent feedback. Appreciate it.
Lava, it's in the core of our being. Nice one again killea
killea: Thank you so much, dddfish
I like this poem!
killea: Thank you Greta,
My English is not so good my darling. I've tried to understand but here and there I was lost. This says nothing about your writing and the feeling behind it.
killea: Thank you Jamal
there's nothing stronger than nature..
killea: Thank you, Jan
mooi gedicht en graag gelezen
killea: Thank you, Kerry
Nature is the boss. But it would gladly bow for your writing.
killea: Thank you, darling