#OctPoWriMo Day 18: Poem – Blackout – “The Cave” #amwriting #poetry 


For OctPoWriMo Day 18 I’ve chosen my own prompt of blackout poetry. 

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Go to places on Earth,

The most extreme environments. 

Track down Arizona in Death Valley, 

On the shores beneath iceshelf[s]. 

Desert some island north to find, [un]Imaginable trips to batt-ridden cave[s]. 

Studying environments where a human would, 

Cross the cosmos, other planets, 

Undeterred by Face-smashing, 

By the constant wetness, the darkness.

The slight possibility that whatever, 

Exotic diseases, might enter, [still] ask —

If [they’re] encountering [the] unknown.

We think it’s moderately unlikely, 

[As the] cave floor with water of varying depths, 

[Has no] transparency, [so we] walk gingerly,

To avoid discovering unmapped water. 

A walk in the park — no ropes, just some crawling, 

Eventually reach[ing the] deepest chamber. 

Spun webs, bat’s zagged and zinged, 

Emitting their high pitch. 

Red rock walls with green slime, 

Gypsum paste and limestone in process, 

Dissolved by sulfuric acid [became apparent.]

I was thinking, 

This cave resembled [nature] lobbying

[For people to] recognize [its vast hidden meanings].

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Day 12 – NaPoWriMo/ A to Z Challenge/FFfAW: Poem – Free Verse – “The River’s Course” #NaPoWriMo #AtoZchallenge #poetry #flashfiction


Today’s NaPoWriMo is to “write a poem that explicitly incorporates alliteration (the use of repeated consonant sounds) and assonance (the use of repeated vowel sounds).” For A to Z Challenge the GoodReads quote is from the letter L. As well, thanks to Pricless Joy for hosting FFftAW.


Water and Rocks FFftAW
Credit: Maria of Doodles and Scribbes

“The thing about love is that you will never run out of it. It’s an ever-flowing river. So go ahead and LOVE. What are you saving all this love for — death?”
Kamand Kojouri


 

The river she flows fluent, flourishing in her mad descent,

Rapids, water reeling past rocks leading her to a path of providence.

Fast, and fleet, a river rivaling; I’ve experienced —

On the weary trail, the river cutting, crushing the rocks.

She carves her path, ploughing silt to the shore,

Debris of dramatic, erosion deciding on the the crooked carved path.

The water, she must flow, finding her fabulous spark in the light of —

Lumionous sunlight, searing in the afternoon heat.

For this river runs through the desert, the orange, organic trails,

Mixed with red-rock, rizing in the Arizona afternoon.

Cliffs creating a canyon so deep and wide, where the water dances through.

No one to stop her destruction of rock, her pounding so hard it hurts,

But the river rivals all, keeps on carving her way —

Through the canyon cringing, when she chops off more silt.

Off its brilliant fire, she finds a place where the —

River rests in waterfalls crashing and carniverous,

Then she wanes as she reaches shore and and lays back breathing,

At ease, she is pleased and settles,

Against the sand of some beach, somewhere; she’s oblivious —

Simply sliding against sand,

No more cutting of solid rock required,

Tranquility is in the tide, easing in and out,

The river finds, rests with her lover,

Her and the shore are silent heart beats.


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