The years of quiet serenity are paid for dearly.


The surface is serene,

Unaware of the tectonic plates

That strain deep below.

The more sustained the peace,

The greater the pressure;

Until, finally, the temblor,

A magnitude ten,

Erupts in all of its violence.

The greater the quake,

The crueler the devastation;

More persistent the aftershocks;

More calamitous the tsunami;

More toilsome the recovery;

And the darker the despair.

Poetry by Nancy Sikora
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Written on 2016-03-04 at 13:56

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I like this. It's just a poem about earthquakes...or is it?

I can relate to this, excellent piece.

As a child, I was told that every human being suffers equally in life. I don't know if that is true. I certainly did not believe it as a child, and I am still not convinced. Some people's lives seem so full of strife while others seem to glide smoothly but no one knows what boils underneath anyone's core. Great poem, so forceful and mysterious.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
the photo you chose to represent yourself, on the snow, is serene and more, happy, exuberant, silly. your poem reveals the geological underpinnings, and "The years of quiet serenity are paid for dearly" reveal that much more.

though, none of this may be about you personally. poems are mysterious by nature. either way, a great poem.