Cave dwelling

Cave dwelling

Spelunking in limestone caves
crowded claustrophobia taverns
bat room only at inverted tables
hanging stone jellyfish, spiny trilobites
uneasy eyesight in dark so tight
ceiling shrinking, foundation-feeling
foot by foot for terra firma
stalagmite below, stalactite above
formed from dripping
mineralized solutions and
calcium carbonate depositions
seen by lamp but stained and stunted
by touch, stay away your taboo skin oils
which mar and malign that which
geologic time entrusts
meet with merging dimensions at columns
in this hallow, hollow architectural arena
that redirects seismic shock waves, silencing
the Richter scale.

About tyler4turtles

I am an avid photographer, poet, ecologist, bookworm, blogger, art enthusiast and runner who calls Montana home but lives in Oregon.
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8 Responses to Cave dwelling

  1. such imagery – photo is redundant here

    • Thank you, Paul! I included the photo to draw the viewer into the poem. Also, I wanted to share the picture that spawned my curiosity and creativity on the subject of caves. Glad you enjoyed it. Hope you are having a relaxing weekend!
      Cheers,
      Tyler

  2. Reblogged this on The ancient eavesdropper and commented:

    Only in the caverns of imagination can our stories and words echo into the consciousness of the world…

  3. Are you a caver, as well?

    • Haha! Well, my ancestors probably painted and procreated in caves, so it’s gotta be in my blood somewhere in the dark! I really do have a fascination with caves and bats. The photo that inspired this poem was taken at the Oregon Caves in Southwestern Oregon. I can’t wait to go back and explore the new route they uncovered. The only problem for me is that I’m so tall, the kind of guy who hits his head on the chandelier or ceiling fixture upon entering a house. The way I see it, I’m just learning to adapt my mind and body to a new environment, albeit I haven’t tried hanging upside down like a bat yet!
      Cheers,
      Tyler 🙂

      • My youngest son in 6’4″ at 19 he is still growing. Though he tends to avoid dark spaces with undetermined head obstacles he could squigle through narrow spaces, should he decide traversing in cold, slimy, wet, scratchy hard tight confines with abyss like openings and monstrous caverns and such (even though beautiful when you have adequate lighting) is a fun thing to do. His Grandfather, my father is a caver (spelunker is a term reserved for ignorant greenhorns, so I was pretty sure you weren’t experienced). I copied the poem for him, though at 90 next month, he seldom caves the more difficult caves. However, he is only 5’3″. He has shrunk an inch or so in the last few years. He is also going blind, but having been a caver he does know how to move in a dangerous environment in the dark. Did you know that some caves have been closed to humans to protect the bats? So how tall are you? There are some advantages to nice long STRONG arms and legs …. even in caves

      • I am 6’5″. Your youngest son is sprouting like a weed! I wasn’t that tall when I was 19. Yes, I know about the caves being closed in the Northeastern US. There is a white-nose syndrome caused by a fungus that is killing off bats. Caves have been closed in an effort to reduce the spread of the fungus by humans trekking through for recreation. More than 1 million bats have died since the fungus was documented in 2006. It’s quite shocking to see. I’ve worked with bats in Montana and they are amazing creatures. You would certainly need a strong will and resilience right now in batdom. Hope you have a good night!
        Cheers,
        Tyler 🙂

  4. dulzimordash says:

    Reblogged this on Spontaneous Creativity.

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