Behind waterfalls

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

behind the veil of waterfall
inset a cove with painted walls
crystalline drips amid foggy mist
trickle in cavernous sound
I found myself there
many moon glows ago, drifting
mixing, ochre, spit and blood
painting turkeys, other birds we know
smoothing stones to cascading falls
developing images scene through the years
take shape to things held dear
the once crudely lain now thick painted glaze
leavings that stain layer upon layer
As the blacken top bakes ashen past
the center of it all roars the fiery core
that no matter what stays there claims change
in embracement I stake my cave
one painting at a time
 

 

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"cascading falls
developing images scene through the years
take shape to things held dear
the once crudely lain now thick painted glaze
leavings that stain layer upon layer"
You words cascade as a waterfall indeed and you , the painter , paints the most beautiful one in our minds ...Excellence ...:)

[Souladareatease]

Thank You Sami :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)

[quinfinn]

this brings a whole new meaning to the term "mancave"...excellent write, filled with the magic of your wonderfully chosen words and images. why do i suddenly want to look for some old episodes of "the flintstones"? wilmaaaaaaaaaaa!

[Souladareatease]

hehehe well my head does resemble a rock--Thank You Kind Quin!!!

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

in embracement I stake my cave
one painting at a time -- you know...this says a lot to me.

One of the reasons I so love your writing is that on the first reading I tend to just enjoy the words and the wordplay, and then on the second reading I find myself getting down to what is being said between the words; the little nuances that cleverly worm their way into the readers mind as quiet as the growth of a seedling. So, this one is growing in my head right now...thank you...

[Souladareatease]

You are so very Kind Dear Friday-Thank You :)