At the Bottom

At the Bottom
By Scott Newport

Peering down
Despair’s throat
Of a cave

Light trickles
Down her
Slopes

Virgin grass
Softens the
Rim

Rolling hills
Throbbing forest
Secluded inclusion

Tasting warmth
Wavering fog
Rising chill

I plunge
A rope
Tightens

Gentle slopes
Soon turn
Sheer drop off

Golden droplets
Of light
Dry up

My partner
The rope
Still holding hands

Nearing bottom
I find
Something

A nothing
Of black
And will

To enter
A cavern
Crystal

Sagging
Paraffin
Whimpering “yellow”

For a moment
I reach
My hand

Damp, crusted
Lime
Stalactite ceiling

Long enough
For me
To be

Encased

nice work, well written, especially liked these lines:
"Sagging
Paraffin
Whimpering “yellow”"

"Long enough
For me
To be

Encased"
I comment on these lines specifically because it relates strongly to one of many similar journeys of discovery and enlightenment.
but i liked the entire piece very much!!

The search and rescue team has been dispatched!
A St. Bernard...is on it's way!!

Perhaps consider taking up...mountain climbing:)?



God Bless.

Great work and some incredible writing. You used the metaphor well. Love it!

Very, very nice. Word.

I felt myself spiraling downward into a depth of unknow. An exciting new world and ride for me. Need to learn how to write like this. A beautiful piece from my perspective.