Japanese VolcanoA Poem by Thaddiusa little poem a wrote based on one of my earliest memoriesWind whips the cream of mother’s milk Atop the slick volcanic silk They’ll nourish us, the fumes, Until the hollows flourish. Sky drips unbroken blood of mine As I’m dangled off the edge Frozen rock of father’s pledge Uncompromised horizon line. An ashen snapshot in a leather wallet Buried deep can’t make me cry because Up high the water stripes don’t weep. We peer down at the blackened lawn, The stalactite home the jig-sawed dog Twin textbooks, wallets Whirring cash, like kettles in the air, like Paper walls with presidents Who couldn’t see beyond the frosty surface of the sea. I think I danced far out for mother’s scent Tripping on the time we spent, and imagine father Must have lost his hold, and let me plunge into the mold The molten stew so all along when I was young I had myself In view. © 2014 ThaddiusReviews
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19 Reviews Added on February 11, 2014 Last Updated on February 11, 2014 AuthorThaddiusHollywood, CAAboutI'm an actor and a writer. I love giving feedback, probably more than I like getting it. I'm here for both. more..Writing
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