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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
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16 comments:

  1. Vandana Sharma11 June 2015 at 18:58

    myriad of thoughts pulsating

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  2. Susan11 June 2015 at 22:20

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

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  3. Sherry Blue Sky12 June 2015 at 01:10

    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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  4. Sanaa Rizvi12 June 2015 at 04:07

    Such an enchanting piece :D
    Well penned..!

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  5. Unknown12 June 2015 at 06:48

    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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  6. brudberg12 June 2015 at 07:07

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

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  7. Hannah12 June 2015 at 08:21

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

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  8. Marian12 June 2015 at 08:53

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

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade12 June 2015 at 10:58

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

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  9. Herotomost12 June 2015 at 09:53

    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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  10. Anonymous12 June 2015 at 18:39

    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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  11. Jinksy12 June 2015 at 20:44

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

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  12. Kerry O'Connor13 June 2015 at 00:31

    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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  13. Margaret13 June 2015 at 05:15

    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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  14. Outlawyer13 June 2015 at 13:09

    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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