Lately I’ve written many poems filled with anger. Upon consideration, I have saved and unpublished them. Writing them served their purpose. No use to upset others. This references a beach on the Big Island where lava met the ocean.
from the volcano of my anger
have no place to flow
but into my poems.
The relief of pressure
erupting,
fiery bits of expression
settling into their resting place.
The poem: the black beach,
lava hardened,
a place to stand,
to think,
to rest.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
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Written on 2025-12-17 at 14:12
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Black Beach
The words that ooze forthfrom the volcano of my anger
have no place to flow
but into my poems.
The relief of pressure
erupting,
fiery bits of expression
settling into their resting place.
The poem: the black beach,
lava hardened,
a place to stand,
to think,
to rest.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
Read 95 times
Editors' choiceWritten on 2025-12-17 at 14:12
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