FRIDAY 55
Silently
beneath the surface
pressure builds,
plates warp,
cracks form.
Busily,
above the surface,
we go about our day
thinking we know
who we
and they
are,
what we will do,
where we will go.
Suddenly,
the ground rolls,
heaves,
and tosses us
without regard.
We are left wondering
about all
we thought
we knew.
21 comments:
Trini...
I think about that every day.
Brilliant observation.
Great creativity.
Awesome pic.
Loved your 55 Michelle
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End.
(I love it when you play...)
I love it when I defile you FIRST!!
So true So true!!
The earth holds onto its secrets, no matter how hard we try to learn them.
Yeah, if something like that pops up in your yard or mind, you're going to be questioning a lot of things.
I know the feeling having experienced earthquakes first hand. Good picture and poem Michelle - Dave
Written by someone who has been through an earthquake (or two), I presume! If not, you have an excellent imagination for reality.
Great writing!
Frankly during such times tequila comes in very handing allowing me to ponder events.
I hear your e wry thought....even those not written....Ibelieve we both are experiencing emotional earth quakes right now...and it does make it feel as though the earth itself is heaving us to and fro..... Excellent poem, yet again. We will survive!
Awesome observation and scary too.
Makes me wonder more now...yikes!
Wonderful picture prompt and goes so well with your wonderful poetry!
Mine is here
Have you a ROCKING AND BLESSED WEEKEND!!!
hugs
shakira
Great! thanks-
I had a brief encounter with one in my much younger days- did not like it at all! - & certainly makes you question what you know!
Wonderful word work here. Great metaphor. Have a great weekend.
That's exactly how I feel when I'm spending time with my siblings. ;-)
Most excellent ... deserves re-reading .. enjoy the weekend
So much going on that we know nothing about...
Pearl
We know a little bit about seismic shifts out here on the Left Coast, both the literal and the figurative... oh, yeah and the virtual.
Great, evocative poem.
I've been thru a few of those earthquakes, myself. . .
Thanks.
Okay, that's enough. You simply MUST stop writing about my life.
Nature has a way of reminding us our place, doesn't she ~
Nice one ~
sounds like what i se every time i look in the mirror...
This is wonderful. I'm not sure if you were writing literally or metaphorically, but obviously you've hit two nails right on the head! Bravo! Here's mine: New Deal
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