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Volcanic Ash

by Siri Lipscomb

I have lived as miasma
Rising from blind volcanoes
Unholy eruptions
Scorching and scathing
All living creatures in my path

The volcanoes are mostly dormant now
Their spewing energy created
Fertile soil for change
And the evolution has been productive

From the ashes of anger have grown
Flowers of forgiveness
From the shattered realities
Of fantasy and figment
A colorful mosaic of recycled dreams

From the quagmire of mistaken
And confused decisions
Have emerged purpose, resolve
Commitment and acceptance

I guess itÂ’s not too late
Thank you God

10/02/2003

Posted on 10/03/2003
Copyright © 2024 Siri Lipscomb

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by JD Clay on 10/03/03 at 01:55 PM

Having walked across the lava beds of life, it is a wonder anyone or anything can survive such cataclysm, but somehow, through fortitude and faith, a spark rekindles the flame of inner strength. Your last verse affirms, it's never too late. Pe4ce...

Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 10/03/03 at 05:35 PM

The analogy of the volcano works extremely well for this poem.

Posted by William Brunk on 10/02/09 at 02:33 AM

very clever i liked this piece

Posted by Maria Massarella on 03/24/10 at 02:10 AM

This dear poem has inhabited my favourites' list where silent of comment it has been (and is) treasured close. Finding it be POTD is a gift and has nudged me to whisper this 'thank you' Siri for the excellence you quill.
And...I love the reminder that it is not too late.
lovelight&peace...m.a

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