Volcanism at its Finest Oct10 by melodylowes Volcanism at its finest, viscous streams of sluggish lava lapping at edges of silky sky, oozing ashy fingerprints, spewing basaltic bedrock, cracking tectonic plates to offer virginal sun, the ultimate sacrifice. Share this:FacebookEmailPinterestTwitterLinkedInTumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related
Great poem and stunning photo
Thanks – harvest sunsets are incredible in rural agricultural areas – I am told it is the grain dust in the air that does it. ? Whatever the reasons – I’ll take it! 🙂
Your photo captured the amazing colors of the sunset. Very cool!
It was amazing – no photo editing required on this one!
Nice photo and poem combination.
Wow, my head is spinning!
Put it between your knees and ingest some liquid, quick!! 🙂
I think I’m okay now–I’m mainlining diet Pepsi, as usual, and making dinner–a sort of stroganoff…Smells wonderful, possibly because I’m starving.
Aren’t you glad for your nose? What a wonderful sense when there is any food about!
This is off-topic, but I read a short article recently about smells. Studies show that there really is an “old people” smell–however, it’s not nearly as offensive as “middle age people” smell. Arrgghh–isn’t 60 in the bad smell group?? Who writes this stuff?
*snort* Good grief – from stroganoff to smelling 60. I don’t think I can keep up with you! 🙂
I know–I think I’m dazed and delirious today; once again the culprit is too many late nights, writing–oops, gotta go stir the oldies, er, stroganoff!
🙂 Do you find that your creativity peaks or drops when you are over-tired? Just curious…
Good question–I’m not sure. When I’m really fired up about a writing project–like the bull riding testimony I’m currently getting ready–I think I could go all night; I feel driven, compelled. And then there are other times when I think, “I’ll just camp on the couch, and relax by writing a poem or two”–and I may be too tired to string 2 lines together. Mercurial? Idiosyncratic? I dunno– What I do know, is that I just fight going to bed–like a child–even when I’m falling asleep and wake myself up snoring!
🙂 I sometimes write a lot in a spurt of furious creativity – and sometimes can’t string a word or two together when tired, and other times, find a lot of unusual words or ideas come with being tired. Interesting…
It’s very interesting–and I know what you mean about spurts of creativity. During our heat wave, I was astounded that it just kept pouring out of me–like sweat! The unusual words and ideas seem to come with “moods” for me…
Do poets ‘feel’ more than others, or just in different ways? We seem to be a rather brooding lot… 🙂
I’ve wondered about that too, especially in my younger days, when emoting with people who responded as though I was an alien. So, maybe there are people who don’t “feel” as much as others–and that could be their protective device. Certainly there were many times I wished/prayed I could shut off my emotions, not feel anymore. But we are what we are–and I’m thankful for God’s gift of poetry. It must have value to Him–from the comments we receive; the people who are moved by our words, who need us to speak their feelings, eh?
Indeed – a heavenly-sanctioned artistic outpouring – what a lovely thought for this day ahead of us…
And with that, I’d better get off my abundant butt, go get groceries before the rain begins! See you later, for sure!
What a sunset and what a poem to go with it! Magnificent Melody!
ps, giggling at Caddo’s smelling 60! haha!
*giggle* Me, too! What a character! And thank you!
This is my favorite today. That photo is fabulous! I enjoyed the comments too! 😉
Blessings ~ Wendy
Thank you Wendy! You can’t beat the pure wonder of Nature at its finest, can you?
If ever I could walk into a picture I would like to import myself in to this one! Great poem to match.
Thank you! This was a stunning moment, to be sure. Creation cries out that there is a God…
And no editing needed – just pain old Nature at its finest! I am just sucked in completely by a good sunset… 🙂