Face down we scratch the mantled
Shell of this planet, paramecia
Self-convinced of our importance.
While like serpent tails intertwined
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Hey, Neal! I was excited to see new postings from you. And this one with a picture no less! I lived on the Big Island for a year and seven months between the ages of twenty-five and twenty-seven. From Kona, where I lived for all but four months of this time, I could see Maui but never crossed. O the fire in the belly of the earth! And how might it change with the doings of our self-important species? -Glen
Welcome back my friend! ! ! You have been missed, a wonderfully written poem with the trademark of descriptive wonder! ! I hope you will stick around!
Thanks, Bill! Glad to be back and good to hear from you! Been through the ringer a bit this last year, but as the dust settles the fingers itch for the keyboard. All the best, my friend!
I admire how you describe them as cellars of God and you have described the volcanic lava and molten magma so awesomely and brilliantly poet. I have a poem on similar descriptions so I enjoyed your version so poetic. Kudos. Soo nice to read from your inking again pleez do comment/review my newest poem too, titled, Dream Holiday places