When words force entry,
molest my every conscious thought—then,
surrender, I must, or endure unrelenting torture.
(Fire rages, outrages across our valley,
scorches acres upon acres of pine and cheat grass,
assaults, blasts, torments verdant mountain ranges.)
Words hound me without ceasing,
shove me from bed at 3 AM,
hammer, barrage, rape
(Deer, squirrels, bluebirds, bears flee
for safety, though flames overtake them,
devastate their habitat.)
serenity, rip it from my soul,
until I respond, rearrange them
on pure white sheets
(Ashes plunge into pristine waters,
hurl charred fragments, suffocate,
pollute, wash sepia across blue skies.)
of blank paper in my notebook.
Slowly intensity subsides
and I taste fulfillment.
(Last night a gentle rain showered
the Great Basin, purged the air.
Smoke will return, but this morn, we garden.)
Tonight is the popular Open Link Night at dVerse where both topic and form are up to you. I was unable to participate in the wonderful prompt for Poetics this week on muscle verbs so I decided to expand it a bit combining a poem about poetry with a poem about landscape.
While both Northern Nevada and Northern California are both experiencing multiple wild fires, most of which are due to human carelessness, we are currently not in danger, but the smoke does pour into Reno off and on. The worst is from a fire at a distance of maybe 150-200 miles near Yosemite in central California. Please keep our first responders in your prayers. They are going from one fire to another with very little sleep. Ironically, we did have some rain last night which resulted in flash floods in a community north of us.
The doors to the pub will open Thursday at 3:00 PM EDT