POEMS: Hillfire and A Worm To The Wise
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HILLFIRE
The scorched hillside beareth not
what the melted candle got.
Flame retardant neither was.
Quiet now, no earthly buzz.
Burned away all surface fuzz.
Love consummated and consumed.
Life just as the wax was doomed.
Moss and peat glowed the ground red,
signifying all was dead;
sanitizing nature’s bed.
The Devil’s Revel Juggernaut
erased the face of what was caught
in the path, a deadly swath
charred remains exuding goth
ashes float on winds like moth.
Only river had the power
to halt expansion of Death’s bower.
Final sizzling embers swept
by swollen rushing waters kept
as Mother Nature loudly wept.
Years of handiwork destroyed
by such heat as none enjoyed.
A lesson learned? So hard to tell.
Lifecycle au naturel,
Or a taste of living Hell?
Inspired by the artpiece “Tree Line” by Nancy Eckels
Title and Text Copyright November 11th 2012 RGD
A WORM TO THE WISE
When they landed on Space Place Grotto,
at first they thought they’d won the Lotto.
Scenery exhilarating;
attractive mutant worms for mating.
But the surface was deceiving.
There soon was giant Redworm heaving.
The odor was so nauseating!
A big turnoff to Redworm dating.
Yet worst of all, they found in time,
were the lakes of grimy slime.
Irresistible to worms,
but so corrosive to their derms.
Redworm skins got even redder,
which made worm dating even deader,
until invaders’ doom was sealed.
Their huge red bodies shown, congealed,
on slime lake surfaces afield.
The native worms were disappointed.
No Prom queen would be anointed.
All their dates were too petrified.
Not scared to death, just dead inside.
Inspired by the artpiece “Tree Line” by Nancy Eckels
Title and Text Copyright November 11th 2012 RGD