I.
Plato knew the disguise of shadows
pretending to be light
and runners came into the camp
to warn a new campaign
was riding hard over sage and slither
to take away the right to live
in gentle culture’s Sweat lodge life
that kind of cave
II.
Crunching bones of gotten gain,
Wolf knew the reason to digest
even rottenest of meat
when catch was meager
or easily fended off
but for this cracking
those that wait for her
to feed upon her best thought thoughts
waiting, whining whelps,
in darkness that shed little light
that filled the gut of bright eyed need to know
laying on well-worn rocks
that kind of cave
III.
Seedlings know false springs and sprouts
but I, the gardener must pluck
weed from flowerbed
and leave potential pulsing in the dark
for its time and place and truth
underneath pine-spill acid and raindrops
and doves that would love to take them
in their craw, should they not stay hidden
in that kind of cave
Author notes
Not the hiding kind, the sheltering kind, the one that gives us time to sort out the right lights
In a list
A contest entry
- WOW YOU WON'T BELIEVE THIS!!! by elmundopasa1.
300 points, ended July 4, 2008, 21 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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yes. this is what i thought of first as well. very smooth and creative take on the prompt. i really liked this. you have a great chance. thanks for entering.
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plato's allegory of the cave :-) that's exactly what i thought of when i saw the picture. i love the flow of the words and the images they create.
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I really like your "that kind of... " style you have in your poetry.
Such lyrically philosophical caves you winnowed for us.
Part 1 - great first line (the theme) and effortless turn into a sacred sweat lodge. Part 2 - a wolf's den in meager times; liked the feeding upon her best thought thoughts, light filled gut and bright eyed need to know. Nice sounds, the hard crunching and cracking - the toil of making sense of it all. Part 3 - nice, potential pulsing in dark. Loved the doves waiting to take them in their craw and so did the doves on my roof. I'm sure your seedlings will not stay hidden but spread from the dark. (Man is not too far from the caves - I think it's a Ray Bradbury book of essays => Too Far from the Stars, Too Close to the Caves.)
Marlene
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