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From earth’s deep bowels when flames spit forth,
And thunder shakes the ground.
A seething mass of melted rock,
Is strewn for miles around.
When red grows dark and searing heat,
Has cooled, but all is torn.
The darkest doom lies on the land,
With greyness all forlorn.
In moonlike scenes the earth has changed,
Its rocks now look like seas.
An envelope of fluid mass,
Instead of grass and trees.
Remember this, when earth decides,
To let its voice be heard.
Not even gods can change the path,
That destiny preferred.
Ivor G Davies
This is my personal favorite of the rock poems. I originally called it 'Basalt', which I was never happy with. For years I have called it 'Destiny' but have now retitled it to 'Lava' to get back to the theme for this posting.
I would apreciate you view on the title, it is the only poem I have ever written that I do not 'feel' I can get the title right on!
The moment created this second, is a moment that's going to last.
It lives the full spectrum of time, the future, the present and past.