A Return To the Cave

I retreat to my own cavern now and then
One that is unknown to all the modern age
A pristine cave that swallows all my cares when
The cacophony of life borders on rage
Pastel stalactites have dripped long before men
Groveled on this planet in quest of a wage
Brightest sunlight spills through ferns and dries my tear
A lizard cocks his head, "You are safe in here."
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Kendrick Avatar
February 12, 2019 at 12:29 PM
I have read your short work and wanted to say congrats on your win ..Way to go.. Sara
Bradfield Avatar
February 13, 2019 at 8:22 PM
You're most kind, Sara..Thnks
Marcum Wong Avatar
February 5, 2019 at 12:25 AM
OMG! This is just wonderful Larry! I love it and it is going into my Faves! I am sure dear Carolyn was really having a tough time judging this contest! Congratulations on your win! xxoo ; )
Bradfield Avatar
February 5, 2019 at 12:30 AM
What a nice thing o say, Connie. My sincerest Thanks!
Goff Avatar
February 4, 2019 at 4:02 PM
Love it! Larry! Perfect rispetto! jimbo
Bradfield Avatar
February 4, 2019 at 9:22 PM
Thank you, Jimbo!
Devonshire Avatar
February 4, 2019 at 12:11 PM
Larry, although I pronounce it with three syllables, howmanysyllables.com insisted stalactites has four. I tried not to let it affect your ranking because I had the same peaceful feeling when I visited nearby caves. It was very difficult for me to judge this contest because contestants wrote so many incredibly beautiful poems. It's my hope that all of them will regard their entries as wonderful "stand-alone" poems. Congratulations on your win! Best wishes, Carolyn
Bradfield Avatar
February 4, 2019 at 9:26 PM
Thank you for the placement, Carolyn! Competition is really tough and I am glad to place anywhere! I have heard stalactites all my life because I grew up near Carlsbad Caverns and I have never heard more than three syllables.Be that as it may, thanks for the placement!
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