I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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11 June 2015

In My Cavern

Imagining the thoughts of one seeking shelter from a violent hailstorm, alone in a place that may also be dangerous — though apparently not.














Here I growl for fire
or must embrace ice —

will long work up to
the soft smile as could kiss it.

Green flowers. Magic steel. Put red. 
Make warm steam cloud dance.

A vast wet smoke poisons me.
Remember breath?

Open a secret window
to lie ferocious, devouring poetry.

Dark hole. I explore night,
listen to lingering angel / ghost.

Sacred self no thing.
One, two. Throb slow.

At morning I drink dirt.
Almost cool, brother!

No glass from home;
coffee is fever.

I may blush, fool, and eye day.
It is naked joy. Celebrate!

Live, fly!
Delicious moist grass.

I go with young voice,
life salt and time wild.

A broken, brilliant rhythm.
Hard peace.


In 'The Cavern of My Thoughts' at 'imaginary garden with real toads, we are invited to imagine such a scenario and write the thoughts the person might experience. Once again I succumbed to the lure of the Magnetic Poetry site, this time using the Poet kit.

Image: free download from Extreme Adventure in the Cave Wallpaper

16 comments:

  1. It moves easily in these short bursts from panic to delight.

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  2. I love your magnetic poems. This one captures so much of what one imagines the experience would be - the darkness, the ghosts....I LOVE your opening lines. And the closing ones. Well, and all the lines in between. I am getting intrigued by the magnetic kits.........

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  3. Such an enchanting piece :D
    Well penned..!

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  4. You pulled it off so very well. They are addictive little things, aren't they :D My favorite phrase--"lie ferocious, devouring poetry"

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  5. So many little pebbles here..both the remembered breaths and the delicious moist grass is wonderful.. especially paired

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  6. This poem is so alive!! Well done, Rosemary!

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  7. Oh Rosemary, I love this! It's very intriguing and beguiling. My favorite thing is: Put red.

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    1. Marian, I'm sio glad! That was the phrase I was most uncertain about.

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  8. I love the staccato feel to this. the images are tangible, a lot of texture and sensory input. Crazy good and a very good take on that prompt. Thanks so much for taking the time to write for this, I really appreciate it!!!!

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  9. This has the jagged ingress of something in the act of transformation, entering one way into the cavern and emerging another. It forces a line of sight wholly unexpected. Fine work.

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  10. That made me feel claustrophobic in sympathy! Full of feeling....

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  11. Such an interesting style you have used here, Rosemary. The short lines create a sense of shortness of breath, or oxygen, very much in keeping with the close confines of a cave.

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  12. I agree with Kerry. This style reminds me of the thoughts that jump around in our brain when we are not 100 % comfortable - physically or emotionally.

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  13. Ha! I am glad the morning came! I too felt rather claustrophobic! (But in the way I think you intended.) Thanks, K.

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