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the man, the cave, the caveman
the cave
found behind the boulder
his trust, the secrets he'd told her
trusting
for rock's not the rusting
to hold his treasure
yet to no good measure
the man
the recluse
the withdrawn
the old man
screamed
from his heart
the long drawn echoes
of the cave
his solace
his joy
his pages
on the book
of vibrations
he rendered
the caveman
for he knew
the rocks wouldn't betray
his secrets
though they never absorbed
yet returned to him
and him only
and with a melody
in the end
the cave loved the man
too much
so much so
that it absorbed his
bones into the igneous
and when
the speleologist stumbled
across the boulder
he could still hear the
echoes
found behind the boulder
his trust, the secrets he'd told her
trusting
for rock's not the rusting
to hold his treasure
yet to no good measure
the man
the recluse
the withdrawn
the old man
screamed
from his heart
the long drawn echoes
of the cave
his solace
his joy
his pages
on the book
of vibrations
he rendered
the caveman
for he knew
the rocks wouldn't betray
his secrets
though they never absorbed
yet returned to him
and him only
and with a melody
in the end
the cave loved the man
too much
so much so
that it absorbed his
bones into the igneous
and when
the speleologist stumbled
across the boulder
he could still hear the
echoes
Published 9th Oct 2017
| Edited 10th Oct 2017
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10th Oct 2017 5:14am
I have searched for the words worthy of use in this comment, but they have yet to reveal themselves, so, in their absence I shall offer this:
To read such a beautiful poem, is but a treasure discovered, much like those I find within your words not only here, but of past reads I have had the pleasure of enjoyed delights. It leaves a soft warming glow as like that of lingering magma before the cold reclaims.
You have a talent, a gift of bringing the reader along on a journey within the mind, a path not often traveled in these days of earth's hustle bustle.
Thank Your for the trip while I sojourn within our Deep Under Ground.
To read such a beautiful poem, is but a treasure discovered, much like those I find within your words not only here, but of past reads I have had the pleasure of enjoyed delights. It leaves a soft warming glow as like that of lingering magma before the cold reclaims.
You have a talent, a gift of bringing the reader along on a journey within the mind, a path not often traveled in these days of earth's hustle bustle.
Thank Your for the trip while I sojourn within our Deep Under Ground.
A peer
A Friend.
Such depth in appreciation and insight, is but God sent.
as stated
on the profile
i write
for the ultimate joy
of
inking the expression
in its purity
and
for no other
purpose
and peers' appreciation is God sent.
.
A Friend.
Such depth in appreciation and insight, is but God sent.
as stated
on the profile
i write
for the ultimate joy
of
inking the expression
in its purity
and
for no other
purpose
and peers' appreciation is God sent.
.
