…nā manaʻo ulu wale…

ravaged

November 22nd, 2007

sorry, had poetry on my mind all night…

groaning, growling,
the ground swells and then exhales,
passionate gasps of a lover fill the air
the content sigh of sulfuric smoke is released.

panting, puffing,
the ground heaves and shoots forth
long fingers of red-hot lava
stream down the blackened hillside.

crawling, creeping,
the ground trembles
from the heated touch of the fiery tendrils
that make their way down to battle.

crackling, crinkling,
the trees give way
as the burning fists wrap around its trunks
strangling the life out of them.

fluttering, flapping,
birds fly away
fleeing the danger, as their homes succumb,
immediately engulfed in her amorous embrace.

writhing, weaving,
she is almost there,
she entices, continuing slowly toward her fate,
having mowed down everything in her path.

sizzling, steaming,
the waves smash,
another feverish battle begins,
as the two meet, struggling to come out on top.

fuming, flaring,
she won’t give up
but his cool, pacifying touch calms her
she yields to him as he overtakes her, soothing her fervor

twisting, twirling,
thick plumes of smoke
dance through the air, signaling the end of the battle,
as a bright yellow helicopter flies through the sacred night rainbow.

ha! analyze THAT. ;)

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