my brain's bruised with thoughts
pulses exacerbated
burning illusions
lava anticipated—
ashes before eruption
I've read this a few times now. Your lines are sooo palpable and the way the words interact with each other lets you know this person is going to explode and hopefully it's not too destructive like someone going postal but more like someone that has had the truth pent up for too long and when they finally release the truth there is an overwhelming calm & peace that comes with it once the intensity of the words subsides and the atmosphere isn't so charged. There is power in this picture full meaning and I love it! Great poem!
Your words describe the feeling I have just as a thought leaves my pen... exquisite eruptions... if only in my own mind.
Wow! The second time I read this tanka I could hear a countdown in the back of my mind because I knew the last line was, in effect, announcing the explosion. The phrases that build up to that last line are so vivid and packed with meaning. I especially liked BRAIN BRUISED WITH THOUGHT. That's how I feel when I try to read Nietzsche which I obsessively try to do even though it's frustrating. You see that's the volcano within that your poem symbolizes. But I'm unclear about the title. Will the eruption sweep away the old order and make way for something entirely new?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful imaginary and imagery. Great emotional poem. Thanks for sharing.