Trailing words behind, as dust motes airborne...
Tantalizing sun rays flame them to life...
Coalescing, accreting awesome worlds...
Stable, tectonic poetry uncurls
Into subduction smoothness. Building lines
Increasingly upwards, new mountainous
Heights of meaning. But, the fault line below
Shifts words, images. Molten lava flows
From crevices of a poem. Explosions
Funnel shattered words skyward. Particles
Expanding, cooling, creating new lines,
New mountainous heights of meaning. This time
Immortal phrases gently rain to Earth,
Building oceans for unborn writers' births.
elysabeth faslund
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/origin-of-the-flame-2/
