Snapshot of the underground

So i am taking a snapshot of the underground.
Roots and leafs in the dark.
I cannot resist it!?
I like it dirty!
I like it raw!
Unconquered,
Virgin land with thoughts of wild,
With brown roots, thick stem and soil.
A place a human has never been.
Glowing under the marrow of life.
A second of late.
Everything will be gone.
I got to take the snapshot now!
Go deep into the unknown!
Turn on my torch and shed lights on reefs and threads.
All over vibrating, waking over my inspiration.
I want a memory!
A souvenir of this flashing mind!
As i go on feeling her.
As she tells of her journey of eternity,
Forever in love with chaos!
Stretching and expanding under his caress,
Lots of instincts out of lust.
She knows how to fall for.
Shocked under an incense,
Tormented under a touch.
Loved under a sound,
Spoiled under a taste.
Ever changing,
A wave in space and time.
Even the fastest entity cannot stop her rush,
Desperately surrendered,
In lust with colliding chaos.
Hectic waters of dirt and raw I found.
Lusty, serpentine.
A chase of bizarre.
I took a snapshot.
Too late!
Like the star in the sky, I see at night,
Magnificent.
But now astonishing me.
This is a light,
That used to be long time ago.
A dead star, given birth to another child.
Wild!
Free!
Playful!
A destiny of surrender, before the day she was born.
I went down,
Down!
A memory of underground.
A lapse in time, my flash today.
A dead star.
Unique vivid movie of the furious love scene,
Back then in time.
Nostalgic, I realize it was the first and the last.
I fear of how it would have been,
If it were a scene I missed.
If i did not get it out of the dormant
And marked with my paint.
Ever-changing, lusting, colliding chaos!
It would be lost!
I would never touch it again!

Reviews

[Twilight]

When I first noticed the title, I naturally assumed that this might relate to an underground train network of some kind; with London's "underground" tube system in mind.

But, no. In a few places, it made me think of an artist; seeking inspiration in a dark "underground" location. A place of nature's raw yet natural, dark underside..

In this piece, the writer also seems to be seeking a means to capture a snapshot in time; of some inspirational imagery which she notices.

"A journey of eternity", because her quest is ongoing. She also wants to be "free", "playful" and "chaotic". Indeed, I remember her saying that chaotic behaviour feels sexy for her. And, I want her to remain free; enjoying herself - in a chaotic garden of her choosing.

Towards the end, I gradually realised that she might be thinking of a film director; trying to capture a wonderfully passionate love scene. With the intention of it being, an ultimate moment; and unique (so never to be repeated).

And yet, "it was the first and the last"; bizarrely as if - this charming writer was imagining herself in a film director's chair? Yearning, to capture that wildly passionate love scene - on film..

I love to watch and listen myself, and enjoyed reading this poem. From one natural writer to another, thankyou. J

[a_methyste]

Thank you for taking time and reading it and for the feedback. I appreciate it a lot. This is one of my favorite pieces.

[Twilight]

Yes, I see.