Best Stalactite Poems
geese migrating south
heading for warmer climates ~
honk and hink farewell
white frost at daybreak
sparkles as the sun rises ~
warm breath creates fog
an ice blizzard blows
weaving through the forest trees ~
white carpet of snow
moisture and cold air
forming ice on window glass ~
ice flower bouquet
water drips freezing
a tapering mass of ice ~
limpid stalactite
cross or wreath made from
aquifoliaceae ~
placed at the graveside
Written 17th October 2020.
Categories:
stalactite, grave, snow, storm, tree,
Form:
Haiku
On Visiting the Luray Caverns
When I was a child in my younger days
My parents took me to the caverns of Luray
It was a place with huge, colored stalactite forms
With sharp stalagmites rising to meet the norm
Jagged like icicles of mineral and clay
Became objects from life we see everyday
Ice cream, false teeth and organ pipes
While mirror lakes reflect earlier Earth in sight
Sometimes sheer as cloth or scrambled egg
Pointed fangs and huge arms and legs
The sky blue wishing-well is like a dream
You think that’s the bottom, so it would seem
It’s amazing the shapes a cave will take
To think it's been four million centuries to make
Powerful and beautiful are not precisely right
To describe the majesty of this natural sight
For me Luray Caverns was quite the rave
The miracle of God’s gift called a cave
8/3/16
Categories:
stalactite, beauty, earth, nature,
Form:
Couplet
My cavern bursts with bittersweet aura
— like globose berries, a cluster of tints.
The secret place — its musk, amidst the flora,
a limited conquest of feet — their prints.
Excitement rocks — I wade in hidden space.
My helmet light — it swims above my eyes.
The shadows wet, the adventurous ace.
The winding walls will never brush the skies.
The natural deep dark, unharnessed hush.
Us tourists kneel — the prayer within the calm.
The stalactite and stalagmite - time’s crush.
The pleasing whim — underground cave a psalm.
In seven hours se la explora.
My cavern bursts with bittersweet aura
6/7/2019
Nature Scene-Orphan Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Dale Gregory Cozart
se la explora - it is explored
Categories:
stalactite, adventure,
Form:
Sonnet
The era of catatonic self-destruction has risen yet again from boulder-blocked caves,
Whose cavernous stalactite incisors drip with the blood of thorny crowns,
Worn in punitive irony for the subversion of fertile inferiority,
Which, like rabbits, duplicates and hops about in trouncing contentment.
Yet despite the grin stretched beneath empty eyes,
Which are eclipsed by dilation of cimmerian shades poured from tipped inkwells,
Darkness ripened by age has inflated its penumbral grasp upon the solar plexus.
Hearts beat now to the false circadian rhythm of telemetry.
Screens fueled by waves polluting the air scramble for attention;
Screaming as if the spotlight has slithered away from their thespian heads.
But even so we watch as if waiting for a nothingness we know.
Petulant performances pretending to perfect the perception of reality persevere,
Despite their lack of empirical validity.
Our bodies and the space around they occupy have become irrelevant.
Experience and physical stimulation have been replaced by mirror neurons,
Firing incessantly at the sight of electromagnetic facsimiles,
Which are vomited in projected disproportion into our unwitting faces,
From nauseating mouths of those whose disease has spread to lower echelons.
And so we sit and stare upon the square on walls and in our hands,
As the prefrontal cortex and its dehydrated lobes succumb to the reptilians.
Another era of lack of mind borne from the fruitlessness of parasitic seeds,
Planted by the pretenders who swim in the wealth of our applause.
Clap away, we will, until we collapse in the arthritic solidification of redundant repetition.
Welcome to the show; a televised apocalypse of thought.
Where worlds were once created in cognition,
They're now created in the lenses of cameras.
When worlds were once refracted light coruscating from the eye,
They're now flickered in slides reflected from the television.
Categories:
stalactite, addiction, social, society,
Form:
Free verse
Breath taking white stalactite filled plateaus
like white frozen waterfalls
Pamukkalle* salts heal
.
.
Pamukkale ::
The site is an official World Heritage Site because of its uniqueness and value of natural importance.
Categories:
stalactite, nature,
Form:
Kimo
CAVES AND CAVERNS Acrostic
Caves since ancient days provide
A safe den for animals to find,
Violent or timid being of any kind
Even haven for primitive humankind.
Shelter by Nature primarily defined
Aesthetic art in drawing-painting engraved
Naïve human carved scripts on walls of cave,
Designed illustration of prehistoric era saved.
Cavern the deep extension of cave dug by Nature,
Accommodating, protecting hidden treasure to nurture.
Varied colored hanging icicle stalactite with tips pointed,
Erect upward grown stalagmite tips rounded.
Running water yields wax-like stones, crystalline pool spar to explore.
Normal mineral deposits of water drips in walls, ceiling or floor
Spectacular wonderful exhibit of Nature to enjoy and adore.
08/05/16
Edited on 04/10/20
Third Place
'STRAND PICK 7' Contest by Brian Strand
Categories:
stalactite, mountains, nature,
Form:
Acrostic
Let us go on an expedition
to the bottom of The Great Blue Hole in Belize
grab your diving gear because
we are going to dive down into a circular sinkhole
created thousands of years ago
deep, deep, deep ... down, down, down
at the surface the blue water is crystal clear
surrounded by a ring of a lighter shade
but, as we travel down the limestone walls
it becomes misty and darker
and we begin to discover many submerged caves
where icicle-shaped
stalactite mineral formations hang
with their pointed tips
and stalagmites grow from the cave floors
reaching up for the ceiling
that remind me of carved columns
but today we will not be exploring any of the caves
we want to find the bottom
down, down, down ... we fall into the dark
and pass dead coral skeletons
and fossilized marine life
and limestone boulder formations
at the bottom we find a vast sandy floor
oh, beware of the sharks patrolling ...
now, it is time to go up, up, up those limestone walls
for we are 354 feet down
_________________
May 23, 2021
Poetry/Narrative/The Great Blue Hole
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1357-612-23
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Blue Hole
sponsor, Anthony Biaanco, Judged 06/05/2021
Categories:
stalactite, adventure,
Form:
Narrative
Twenty-six springs came soon,
To throne the shiny sun,
Susan H..The smiling moon,
To the stars that rushed and ran,
To surround this splitting "Lune",
To share happiness and fun,
On this planet shape in Dune,
A blooming rose came to light,
Greeting the lilies and prune,
Sparkling stars had to fight,
Which one would be close to June?
To May, April and March the bright,
To bow and sing and play in tune,
And make echoes from a stalactite,
None of them is really immune,
They all praise your name and sight
They all came in twenty-six,
They all came to book and fix,
For this lovely month to learn,
To light your candles and burn,
An angelic incense to celebrate
Susan.!..To celebrate your day,
Joy grandeur might!...
Categories:
stalactite, analogy, beautiful, birthday, feelings,
Form:
Rhyme
on stalactite tip
droplet to let drop; or not
a stalagmite stalls
Note: A stalaCtite grows from the Ceiling
A stalaGmite grows from the Ground
Categories:
stalactite, imagery, nature,
Form:
Haiku
The Concert
In a crowded concert hall musicians stir.
Coming to life, the wind slowly swings a loose screen door.
Half a mile away, the wide open door is but a dot
Diminishing the darkness from the heavens above.
Through, shines a spotlight
a single stalactite of the sun;
A note sweeps across the hall, amidst the chattering of insects.
Hearts pound, fists clench and tremble,
In the desert, heat shimmering carries a whimpering,
awaiting the breaking of drought.
Cumulous swirls. Dust. Blackened bunches of grass swept free from war hardened roots.
The orchestra tunes. A rolling clap echoing off cliff and canyon walls.
Demanding attention. The Chaotic warm-up decrescendos,
falling away and the now darkened hall waits in silence.
The conductor, lifts one hand gingerly,
mirroring the gods, lightly commanding the elements.
First violinist appears and bows dutifully.
Taking her seat in the company.
Then, slowly, painfully, music begins.
Soft as down, distant, slow.
All ears crane to catch the first drops lightly falling on sweltering desert stone.
A simple melody, yet boldly wrote
to saturate. Composed solely to touch the lives of those who know.
Picking up speed, loose and free, diving harmonies lifting morale, settling dreams.
Running down trunks and off limbs
dancing down canyons, pattering on tin
Lathering every pattern, every page and music stand
Note and instrument
There, for all in the dim to see
The resounding proof
of a hope that literally floats on the breeze.
Then, brass unwrap mutes and salute,
with percussive cracks, pounding the steaming ground.
Strings float in and out in torrents, near, far, wave after wave.
A thousand voices breaching and expanding beyond the horizon.
Surpassing the sun's intensity.
Then, lightning flashes coda and the final cadence booms.
Uproarious applause.
Categories:
stalactite, music, nature, rain, sometimes,
Form:
Cowboy Poetry
Once the dark of dilated pupils eclipsed my saffron sanguine irises,
Sucking the luminescent astral soma as does a tonsil to a virus.
A face of a phantom doth float in the folds of the frigid night,
Scowling and lurking in the corner of my closing three eyes' sight.
And sinister whispers resounding insidiously around my head,
Tip-toe towards me as my ears try deciphering what they've said.
Echoes of endless elocutions entrance me in a tunneled lack of focus,
As I become trapped in perceptual pervasion by moaning songs of locust.
In the cricketing commotion he creeps in sockets of my cornea's crevices,
Waiting for the pupil lunar eclipse so to invade upon their growing premises.
As the dilated dark of absorbing light slithers into the depths,
Of my mind the shadows dance in penumbral peeping steps.
Icicles of stalactite sweat melt in frozen knives upon my skin,
As the ghost in my peripheral pretends humor with a sour grin.
"I know you're there," I beg out loud to the filling empty space,
Of my basement bedroom dwelling where no windows have been placed.
Horror encases me in cryogenic incarceration, for it was not me who had just spoke,
But something using my mouth to tell me that inside me he had just awoke.
Categories:
stalactite, evil, horror, psychological, scary,
Form:
Couplet
The hill stands still, stiff
In stalactite splendor freeze
Just to hear the stream.
By CarolineCecile
Copyright Feb. 25, 2010.
Categories:
stalactite, nature, seasons
Form:
Haiku
Deep cave under falls.
Stalactite rhythm echoes
From eons of drips.
Inspired by Raul's Rhythm of the Falls
Categories:
stalactite, nature, time
Form:
Haiku
In Halloween week once the days have turned dark
He lurks where the lamplight cannot leave it’s mark
And late night dog walkers whose dogs do not bark
All steer a wide path as he harvests the park
By day he is nought but a grass covered mound
But a light in the night would show flat level ground
His nocturnal quarter a shady enclave
And there he will wait for the dim…. or the brave
This giant whose mouth is a ravenous cavern
To vacuum up strollers too long in the tavern
Each rushing home to an ill-tempered wife
He fillets their bones with no cleaver or knife
His yawn reveals hundreds of stalactite teeth
His tongue is as rough as a storm ravaged reef
And with hunger sated he shall not be found
As he rests for a year as a grass covered mound
15 October 2022
Contest: 12 - 16 lines, Scary Halloween
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Categories:
stalactite, halloween,
Form:
Rhyme
Germ of essence.
Human blob.
Shattered eggshell to the chicklet hatched.
Interlocking family of a kingdom.
Beget or begone? Antigone!
Pouch bearing mammal with no issue for her milk a plenty.
Enlightened species on
a zodiac sign.
Propagating genus wild and free yet stillborn.
Wet nurse in a pregnant phase but still a child at hearth or so it seems.
Meadow grazing Macropod fazes antipodean observer all the while.
New arrival signage whose laboured footprint chills on every impact.
Courier from catacombs, fateful torch aloft, flambeau at a glance where toddlers cheer, sonnet form heraldry ablaze with kindling verse.
Human destination thread that spins a hopeful tale.
Cave of legends halting site persevered by household zeal.
Stalagmite, stalactite, granite grey day gulag’s natal spasm.
Troglodyte who once did tramp upon a uterine tunnel trading in survival for relief.
Embryonic creeper stuck on dry wall canvas.
Border crossing cradle cordons off a check point, never mind the cost or inconvenience.
Acorn random toss, mighty oak seed trap between a leaf and fallen log.
Flower pollen stigma,
never seen as shameful to the fertile mind.
Tree of life penumbra casts a limelight shade.
Concepts pulse the mind like nascent parabolic kites that stymie outcome.
Genesis of brainwave.....
nurtured by insightful minds and marble carver tomes.
Olympic status offspring, budding Einstein player on the ball.
Thought, the inner urchin magnet probing deep inside magenta labyrinths.
Wheel of fortune‘s mumsy shadow
ova.
Masterful philosophy storing foetal logic on some growth cell’s wellspring fountain.
Infant augur embers fan their winter flame regardless.
Birthright , birthstone,
birth pang, the reproductive organs of infinity whose algebraic series has no final chapter scheduled.
Categories:
stalactite, art, beautiful, beauty, birth,
Form:
Prose Poetry