Friday, July 25, 2008

Min's Poem: Volcano

A dormant volcano,
seemingly forever at peace with the world,
awakens with rage and new-found power
burning within.
The land trembles with fear
as the volcano vents its anger
on everything near it.
In the aftermath,
the land is bruised -
bleeding profusely.
And the volcano falls asleep,
unremorseful of its actions.

- by Lai Min, July 2008


UmmAsad said...

This is very nice. I'd like to hear this at an evening poetry reading with the home ed kids and adults :)

Joe Lai said...

Thank you : ) I'm glad you have enjoyed it. I'll convey your message to Min.


Joe Lai