Volcano

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub – Quadrille #88 – And the Word Is . . . 
(posted by Linda Lee Lyberg)

So many words to choose from but today I have chosen – Extinction

Definition of Extinction

1 : the act of making extinct or causing to be extinguished

2 : the condition or fact of being extinct or extinguished

also : the process of becoming extinct

extinction of a species

3 : the process of eliminating or reducing a conditioned response by not reinforcing it

Source: Merriam-Webster.com

An extinct volcano
for so many years
erupted. Scarlet red
lava spilled over
water, rocks,
and land. People
evacuated, as
the lava kept
pouring out like
a fountain of
heated molasses.
Kilauea’s fury
extended over four
months, changing the shape
of the Hawaiian Islands.

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I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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21 Responses to Volcano

  1. Rob Kistner says:

    Never turn your back on a volcano Sara, nor on a politician!

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  2. msjadeli says:

    Sara, I can see where 4 months of fury could change the landscape.

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  3. kanzensakura says:

    Those extknct volcanoes have a way of awakening and changing everything. Good take on the prompt

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  4. Bodhirose says:

    I suppose those volcanoes give a little hint that they’re ready to blow?! Amazing phenomena!

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  5. I love the comparison to heated molasses.

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  6. Frank Hubeny says:

    Even extinct volcanoes can come back to life.

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  7. When my son was little, he saw a volcano on t.v. He was terrified and thought there was one in our area. Thankfully I could tell him there wasn’t. Your poem reminds me of that, and how devastating nature’s wonders can truly be.

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  8. whimsygizmo says:

    I love that changing of shape in those islands. Something about that phrase pulls me. Like things are not just changing, they are reshaping.

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  9. Never trust a sleeping volcano.

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  10. memadtwo says:

    I like the way the words pour out in one eruption. Even now they can’t always predict these things. Scary! (K)

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