Treasures

Digging deep within the mind

beneath where all the answers lie

longing to be found like lapidified bones

the body heat ran between the fault lines

where the hills hold onto their secrets

like a souls souvenir

the sun never dreams

that she'd be the Polaroid

of some fossilized frame,

similar to the blood 

buried there but not the same

archaeological treasure

but now it's so true

"she will never

 leave her brother" 

Author's Note

For the Crocker children

Reviews

[h d e rushin]

A friend of mine emailed me with a revelation. "They found life forms on Venus she said". I told her that the temperature on Venus was 860 degrees Far. In the shade ( which there isn't any). So she Emailed me back and said "F**k You dana". Emotions are still a mystery......dana

[Robert Trakofler]

LOL yeah f**k you Dana (laughing my bum off) damn reality

[Corset]

OMG you two! Don't you know thati s where all the she devils live?? pffft. gah.

[albee]

micro biome in the clouds?

[Corset]

yep it's everywhere

[barleygirl]

This is a well-crafted extended metaphor using a ton of references to archeology . . . and it's in the same superior class as the metaphor master Jacob! I love how inventive your expression are -- like nothing I've ever read, yet also not overly mystifying, but crystal clear & thought-provoking. Such strong wordcrafting & thinking behind this! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[albee]

chiseling the strata " below where all the answers lay"
below, where my words lay
only gut gurgles and tears
to power my flashlight necropsy

[Corset]

thank you for your slightly disturbing thoughts :P

[albee]

it was your "digging deep within the mind beneath where all the answers lie...lapidified bones...body heat ran between the fault lines..."
it was the Polaroid flash that gave me the flashlight of my poem, my poem inspired by Your poem which I found very evocative, cogent, and slightly disturbing...love it...

[Corset]

high praise, thrilled with the thought it inspired a kick off, this one disturbs me too. I hatet he feeling of i know this is happening even right now somewhere and there is nothing I can do.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I'd never heard of the Croker children and the song choice is therefore more poignant. There have been too many such abuses which are inexplicable other than by way of mental disorder or psychopathy or simple evil. You give this simple piece a sensitive if sad voice as the plight and horror of their years are told.

[Corset]

Thank you John, I just can't wrap my mind around it but sadly enough this happens all the time out there, some where it's happening right now...and know body knows, so no one helps.

[Robert Trakofler]

treasures indeed dear Corset... nothing bothers me more than abuse of children and this is the pinnacle of abuse! it leaves a scar of shame on us all:( a very poignant penning

[Corset]

i get stuck on a thing..lol, i cant shake it for days.

[Einstein Noodle]

really like this line "the body heat ran between the fault lines" ... those who embrace an inward journey are very much like the archaeologists now that i think of it ... the self can be very stoney .. and treasured revelations evasive .. closing two lines are a mystery to me .. but some things are just that .. mysteries .. not to be answered ;)
E.

[Corset]

a brother and a sister buried in Georgia two years apart, at very near the same age of 14, so there, mystery answered, but what makes a parent do this to their children, and go unnoticed or questioned, as if there was so little value placed upon them.

[Corset]

these things make me question the whole free will thing.

[Einstein Noodle]

do i understand you correctly .. two children in Georgia murdered by parents?? or ??? did you know them?

[Einstein Noodle]

ps. i cant hear that song without breaking down .. when my wife died i drove home in the rain to tell our children ... :(((((((((( a long time ago ..kids are grown and i'm livin' our dream ;)))))))))

[Corset]

i'm so happy to hear that you are living your dreams she would be so proud, I would be, yes the Crocker kids , starved, beaten, sodomized, naked left in a dog crate time on end, even washed or hosed down inside the dog pen, the son was tortured like this till he died and then the younger sister the same way so the whole time she watched or was aware this was going to happen to her or was happening to her but why she or the son didnt run away to save themselves is a mystery, i can only assume they were to young or to scared by the time he was 14 and then when she was 14, i guess its kinda like how many licks does it take to get to the center of a toosie roll pop. The whole extended family in on it and no one reported the missing son at all, I'm thinking the kid the little girl walked to the school bus made her mom finally listen and report the girl was gone too.

[Einstein Noodle]

Lord have mercy .. we are monsters inside .. i am numb and feeling in shock .. and it goes on every day :((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((

[Corset]

[jacob erin-cilberto]

As far as we may dig into our memories, into our minds, I am not sure we will ever
find the answers to why some get to live and some get to die.
the bones will be found deep within the psyche...and the questions will rise from the graves.
j.

[Corset]

so many questions go unanswered, there just sometimes not a "why" of things.

[Papaya]

Memories are both treasures and burdens.
This feels like a bit of both.

[Corset]

They are that Anna, Thank you for stopping in.