A Natural Progression

This is my Migraine Disease poem receiving an honorable mention in the “Putting Our Heads Together” poetry contest. Check it out:

A change on the horizon –

Colors streaming;

Cold, bright diamonds –

Facets gleaming;

 

Brilliant white prisms

Caught in the light,

Pinpoint shards

In my line of sight.

 

The tempo builds

In the cavity again;

Rising, repeating,

The pulsations begin.

 

The drilling, the boring,

To no avail;

Pressures seismic –

The crags impale.

 

The great cavern rocks –

It’s undulations increase;

Molten and hot –

The lava seeks release.

 

Clouds above

The dark rocks ascending;

Movement increases,

The waves – neverending.

 

What beginning, no end,

Time stands at attention;

The sun, the moon

Defy all redemption.

 

Soft stars appear,

The bright shimmers recede;

Vibrations release –

Willing to concede.

 

The rocks, the crags

Cliffs and all;

Movement ceases –

Their pressures fall.

 

Earth aligned,

The color returns;

Caressing, releasing –

The pulse no longer burns.

 

Giant plates,

Now dormant sustain;

Though caverns sleep,

Their pressures remain.