Sunday, December 18, 2005


“THE CAVE ” A Poem

Poetry is so hard
without metaphor or simile.
Nature escapes me
Rhya`s earth, an illusion.

I rub my eyes and sigh
"you know no words".
What drives this need
to sit in quietness and pain?

What need at Lascaux
to picture unicorn and bull
just a bursting

Ah! the humanness of it!
the rapture, when words were few.


C 2005 Deabler, V.T.