Volcano Interruption: Poem
I.
The sound of wind
In the trees
Rustling of leaves
Just feel
Out of the enjoyment
And happiness of employment.
II.
On the top of the car,
Protected by sky star
That makes the heart
Dance that kind
That doesn’t follow steps
Of the regrets
But moves of something
Ancient and true
As what draws me to you.
III.
Some thoughts don’t live on paper.
They are lingering in the air
Because some words don’t have fair.
The breeze of wind and trees
Know and the heart feels.
The joy of the journey
Concerns me and burn
When I make a good turn
To listen and learn
From the hot words
Like fire in the cold’s
In the quit nights
Full of lights.
IV.
Some words feel
The warms from afar
The heart aches for you
And it is already had grew
For some time,
Even when words are said, few.
V.
The pressure has been building –
Shining, gilding, and completing
For some quiet time.
It is not sacred
To be shared
To rhyme at the creative mind.
The molten lava
As sweet guava
Got finally hot enough
And the ferocious volcano
It is about to erupt.
Bravo, bravo!
The pressure has been building,
Shining, and fulfilling.
Tomshinsky@2025
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