underground cavern
explored by curious guests
seeking its treasure
Once we were bodies,
shining beings,
under sunshine...
We are now shadows,
from the dark cave
of solitude...
I have told no one about my secret cavern place
There is no reason to hurry, there is no one to race.
A world of imagination that soothes my soul.
I leave my home hurting, but now I am whole.
I can close my eyes and shut everyone out
I do not have any reason to be angry or pout.
An ethereal silence my kayak and I love.
There is no other sound from below or above.
When I get closer to the magic circle, I look around.
My meditation has begun. I can feel my body slowing down.
My breaths are farther apart now. I give a large yawn.
Perfect spot for my afternoon nap as I float on and on.
Salvation of hollow-burrow, spaceful for life,
hiding and appearing engaged that day.
Seven Sleepers, unwanted companions,
pardoners, neither demigod-cyborg nor god.
Peaceful in retreat of folding nocturnal-diurnal.
Contemplation bleached the sinners,
restraining lust, abstinence for circular bell tolls.
The Cavern's Sleepers,
Sophia of hibernation,
tapa Barata.
A dark cavern
Womb of cavern
Dark and mysterious
Like the dark days of war or a dark secret
Stinking droplets of water coated the roof
Stained with blood the dull walls
Cries and agonies crashed to the ground
Heart of cavern
Longs for gentle wind
Like playing a melodious flute tryst with red lips
Once she shiver in delight and draped a shawl around her sculpt shoulders
She shimmered and unveiled when the dusky light came from the mouth of cavern
Soul of cavern
A kind beast
Luring love
And a hope of light piercing through
A dark cavern
cavernously eerie
echoes long dead
frosted over and irritated
grating silence
cold as ice
unforgiving, unyielding, just un…..
woods feels disapproved,
disrespected, unappreciated
rock solid hush dispels possibilities
slate and shale
hiding teensy glimmers of mica
shining like her ice heart
cavern rules
showing a presence
that scares many
Cavern Club England
Nostalgia Beatles sound:
recall 60s all time long
The Cavern Within
In a cavern so deep, no sound to be real
Peering into the darkness, fear so surreal
Curiosity somehow drives you to the unreal
First step into the abyss, of what may revile
Darkness envelopes, looking beyond the light
Each careful step, one slip, lost within a twilight
Exploring ever deeper, your eyes fighting for sight
Feeling the dampness, cold gripping with all might
Deep blackness, echoing each sound
Each droplet, some strange ultrasound
Unfamiliar fear gripping, so profound
Courage in you, hoping can be found
Ever so deep, the blackness within the slope
Your only lifeline, gripping a one and only rope
The further the depth, more you reach and grope
Where all of your courage and fears envelope
I, the stalagmite
You’re the stalactite, and I
Waiting you to fall
On a hot summer day in the hills
I went underground searching for thrills
Fifty Eight degrees year around
In the darkness, enlightenment was found
Down here is where it all began
Unearthed bones of earlier man
A small stream is what's left of the ocean
Hands of time, run in slow motion
Crystalline icicle looking stalactites
Meet and greet, ever growing stalagmites
Multicolored water drips like rain
To formations of colors with no name
The albino blind salamander commands
Sun starved creatures on diamond dust sands
And drip stones silently grow
Resident bats freely come and go
Ever changing pillars support a vaulted ceiling
Convenient and aesthetically appealing
Father Time spins his potter's wheel
His masterpiece is patiently revealed
Occasionally Mother Earth gets jealous
Becomes a tad bit overzealous
Withholding minerals he needs
He chisels sandstone as he slowly breathes
I think to myself, how ironic
This old cave drinks a mineral tonic
In human vanity, it's time we fear
Hence the beauty of millions of years
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
You are my cavern,
I am your deep blue ocean,
Ebb and surge with me.
(c) 2015 PJ Bayliss
Darker than the Cavern, No Relief
Darker
than the Cavern
opening gate into Hell,
the lost Souls, dead nights
with such unimaginable delights.
They seek mercy
where none can be had
an ending never found,
lost forever deep underground.
No Altar
to burn incense
a dark pit into agony lie,
caverns , dark and deep to cry.
Moans
that wail in
pleas unfulfilled,
repentance was never willed.
Dark city
Hades in action
forever gifting torment,
upon those lost in banishment.
No sleep
just louder cries
hideous sorrowful wails
where forgiveness forever fails.
Robert J. Lindley, 09-27-2014
Note: I woke this morning from a dream of the
underworld. David's passing was on my mind last
night and this dream shouted out a warning to me.
Too late, too late is a terrible place to be...
Cavern
Inside the darkest cavern
An amazing skylight shining in
Gleaming ice stallactites
Cover crystal cavern walls
Ready in a moments time
To protect and break and fall
Deep in the black in the back of the cave
The beast lies await in slumber
She always sleeps with one eye open
For those who come, will come in numbers
The frost begins to melt
For the first of warm spring days
As seasons change and roles reverse
She is the predator, not the prey
in a cavern
my petroglyph shimmers with color
prisms of inner feelings
reflecting in an underground pool
my thoughts tumble and scream
echoing against limestone walls
returning to me as a whisper
as an answer
as a prayer
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