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Resolve

by The Walrus 

Posted: 20 April 2005
Word Count: 74


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Steadfast I stand…


The reluctant lava slides towards inertia
acknowledging its conversion to cold magma –
an unwilling, but inevitable transmutation.

Raindrops soothe blackened branches
hushing the death throes of flame,
the dying murmur of fervour.
Scorched and scarred, the terrain bears witness
to nature unrestrained,
but while molten stillness
smolders over bloodied embers
clandestine seedlings conspire
to emerge yet stronger and greater still.


Broken shards of resolve
lie scattered at my bleeding feet.














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Ticonderoga at 15:43 on 20 April 2005  Report this post
'the dying murmur of fervour' is an excellent phrase. I love the geographical specificity of this, which means it can be read as a literal description, but, the echoes and undertows are splendid and haunting.

Best,


Mike

Chem at 21:04 on 20 April 2005  Report this post
Bob

A powerful piece with huge depth of meaning and brilliant imagery throughout. I really would love to know your secret. This poem is incredibly strong with a enticing beginning and poignant end.

Love it,
Em

The Walrus at 08:32 on 21 April 2005  Report this post
Mike, Em, thanks. Yes, I was trying to strike a balance between the volcanic imagery and the feelings that inspired this.

Thanks for reading and commenting!

Christina

paul53 [for I am he] at 14:10 on 21 April 2005  Report this post
Christina,

I did not see a slide so much, more a large assymetric boulder tumbling down the lava flow, finally hitting something and flaking to motionless pieces.

Also noted the similarity between your title and mine on the same day: Resolve and the down side of Tenacity.

Good piece.

Paul

Okkervil at 17:56 on 21 April 2005  Report this post
I had a book about the Earth when I was a kid, with a picture of stuff being swallowed by magma, a tree and a car, I think, and I had no idea what was going on, but I sort of had an itch at the back of my brain that what I was looking at was... uncomfortable, though for all I knew it coulda been screenshots from that fifties The Blob movie (which scared the hell out of me)- I can't emote it- it musta been ten years ago, but this poem brought some of it back. I liked the idea at the end of the seedlings sneaking behind the back of Big Stupid Mr. Lava and saying 'hey, guys, as soon as he's gone: let's sprout!' I thought it was subtly quite funny. I liked most of it quite a lot. I didn't like the first italicaterated line, which I thought was maybe a bit cliched, and so starts you off on the wrong foot.

Bye!

James


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