I Am Krakatoa! Poem by Lodigiana Poetess
I Am Krakatoa!
Anger burns the fabric of my heart reducing it to dusty blackened ashes
yet, for now, I control it...
No-one sees my acrimony,
all they see is compliant me.
A nobody in their eyes,
easily forgotten and overlooked.
This waiting to erupt becomes almost intolerable.
My anger is truly unfathomable.
My secret pain hidden deep within the magma of my soul..churning, writhing..
sometime a little escapes,
just a little..
not so much anyone notices..
but I do.....
I notice..
I retract it..
I keep it bubbling, simmering....
The heat of my anger dries any tears to vapour..which coils and rises above me like a halo of hate
My mask smiles constantly...the gullible see only that..
They are never prepared for the reality of rapacious pain and a lacerated spirit and ultimately its satiating revenge
I have forgotten how to love...oh I rehearse the words well enough..never needing a prompt..but that seems to be sufficient for the unseeing.
The time is coming soon when this heat within me scorches and longs to find a way out..burning up through a heart no longer there..raging within vocal chords that only know serene tones and muted approbation.
Lungs filling with the air of avengement
I have control....
I can wait....
In the dark of night when no one expects me
I will be at my most destructive.
Most unforgiving.
My most abhorrent.
Beware all you who have looked beyond me and seen nothing
Beware all you who have never asked me ‘why'
Beware and take shelter for the apocalyse about to reign,
For soon, very soon, all will be swallowed in my hate,
my revenge,
my power
a paroxysm of rage will light
the heavens,
blinding all about and slowly covering everywhere with a brimstone pyroplastic revenge
that flows unchecked and destroys everything in its path.
Yes I feel the time is near,
I can see the sky through the open crater of my wounded essence.
It begins and once initiated will run its course of devastation
Fear me...
hear me...
know me.. for
I AM Krakatoa!
(3) ...But I have not heard nor read from this current Krakatoa that there is a child again.How many dead it brought with it, is intensely tragic. At that time of the eruption, a famous Indonesian group was playing. The lead singer has lost his dear wife there.The singer and his group did not perish. Perhaps his wife had stayed home. Please see (4) Thank you
(2) Such a devastating eruption for the area, some have said: the ashes stretched from Sunda Street to Jakarta. The streets covered with ash. I quote here words from my grandmother who has heard it again from her mother who has really experienced it. This Krakatoa in this poem is the child of it. After the outbreak of mother Krakatoa, everyone who lived in the area knew that there was already a baby Krakatoa! Please read (3) Thank you.
WOW! This is very impressing, a true good reading piece, a fascinating poem. What I have read here is the out bursting of the volcano Krakatoa (Krakatau in the Dutch) . Enjoyed very much reading it. Personified. Loveliest worded is this laden and layered poem. This poem deserves a WOW and MORE! The final line is a true fact.A person who is not appreciated according to what she/he is, can be bursting out like this exploding mountain.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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(4) ...Well, the wife of a singer is not always present, the great thing about this I don't know. I told this because I read this very impressive poem. The reader sees it happening in this poem, really devastating. The poet has an excellent metaphor for people who are introvert types. Impressively beautiful! If I like a poem, my comment has become an essay (many words) . Thank you for this opportunity. Have I said? This magnificent beautiful poem: 10
What a fascinating read your comments were Sylvia! and how close to home your words have brought the devastation that can be caused by such an explosion of power! . Sometimes hidden deep within us is a volcano waiting, through frustration, to erupt and destroy all about us and I thank you so much for your appreciation of my work, I am humbled. xx