Definition

One must make a distinction however: when dragged into prominence by half poets, the result is not poetry, nor till the autocrats among us can be “literalists of the imagination”—above insolence and triviality and can present for inspection, imaginary gardens with real toads in them, shall we have it.

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

The Cavern of My Thoughts

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The walk was as lovely as any I had been on. Late summer in the mountains had always been my favorite time of year.  Olfactory endings firing like miniature muskets with the scent of juniper, spruce and a plethora of wild flowers, paintbrush, columbine, the works.  The afternoon air was heavy with humidity as the occasional billow of clouds gave way to darker, unpredictable banks, heavy with the promise of a furious rain storm or worse yet, curtains of dime size hail.

     I climbed, crawled, skipped, scrabbled and clawed my way across the rough terrain, at least six miles from my camp.  Nature always leaves a residue of fear in your heart and mind regardless of how seasoned you are.  It's the one thing that could save your life, heightened senses, the farther you go, the more animal like you become as long as you remain in control.

     On this day, it was the hail. Starting as the usual dime size, but quickly growing to golf balls in girth with the occasional baseball thrown in for good measure. This was a situation that was as dangerous as any encounter, with any bear. I ran for cover in a stand of firs not finding the shelter I had hoped for from the larger hail.  I darted toward a precipice, the actual rock outcropping that was called the Mogollon Rim, high cliffs that delineated the very edge of the Colorado Plateau.  Here there were boulders, I thought I might find an overhang or tangle of fallen trees to hide under to escape the damnable rabble falling from the sky at a frenetic pace now.  Welts were rising on the bare skin of my arms as I tried to cover my head to the best of my ability.

     As my eyes scanned my surroundings for salvation, they happened upon a small cave in the side of the rim. I raced for the opening, slipping in the mud and more rolling than diving into the mouth of the cave. I usually left such places alone.  In Arizona, caves were sure fire ways to have a face to face with a rattle snake or five, shacked up for coolness or for warmth depending on the weather and the time of year. But, this was an exception, battling a snake seemed like a better fate than being knock unconscious by a giant ice ball wile the subsequent hail stampeded you like the hooves of migrating caribou into the sodden ground.

The cave was quite large, almost standing room near the mouth.  It went about ten feet back and then doglegged to the right.  I pulled a lighter from my pocket for light and saw that I appeared to be the only living thing in the cave.  It was dry and not as creepy as I would have thought it to be had I not saw for myself.  I sat down near the back and proceeded to wait out the storm.  I could hear as the hail turned to a torrential downpour. As my breathing slowed, my thoughts turned to.....


Hey, Hey, Hey  my beautiful Toads!!!!! Herotomost here, seems like forever since I have done a prompt. Probably good since I almost forget to do it every single time it is my turn.

Anywho...on with the prompt.  I know you are saying to yourself, holy crap, I had to read all of that just to get to the prompt....I am so outty! Hold on for just a second, geeezzzz, there is no reason to get all shitty and resentful. I'll get right to it. For today's prompt, I want you to imagine you are in the scenario that I painted above.  Say you were in there for an hour or two, you get settled in, there is no sound and almost complete darkness.  What would you think about in a situation like this. Long lost loves,? Did I leave the camp stove on? Did Lard Ass really get into the pie eating competition for free? Maybe its philosophical in nature, or maybe so practical it would make me feel like taking you out to a drag show just to liven up your life a little, doesn't matter.  Take those thoughts and put them into a little ditty.  Poem, story, prescription, recipe whatever.  As always form is of no consequence in my prompts.

There you have it.  Long winded as always.  As always if, you hate the prompt, feel free to write whatever you want as long as you write or skip it if the prompt offends your delicate sensibilites.

Thanks to you all, I love you and hope you all are having a great start to your summer!

17 comments:

Vandana Sharma said...

What an adventure!!!! away from the city lights, in the deep jungle you created quiet a rumble.

happy day to everyone. Nice adventurous prompt.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Thank you. I had fun with that!

Rose Ketring said...

Really enjoyed today's story and prompt :D Here's a meditation if you ever find yourself in another cave

Kerry O'Connor said...

Always fun to go on a bit of a meander with you, Corey.

hedgewitch said...

A really cool challenge, Corey--thanks for the chance to write something today.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Good prompt, Corey. It actually jogged a thought loose up in the attic, LOL. Thanks, I needed that!

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Hey everyone,

Hope you're all doing well this evening :D Sharing my poem "Cave", hope you all like it :D

Thank you Corey for this wonderful opportunity! This one's for you :D

Lots of love,
Sanaa

brudberg said...

Very vivid... it brought back memories from when I lived in Arizona.. The only hale I ever saw was at work and I could go inside... rattlers or ice-balls what a choice

Hannah said...

So much to be inspired by, Hero - thank you, so much for your post...I love every word and you, too!! :)

Marian said...

Gosh I thought I commented here before. Love this prompt and story, Corey!! And it prompted some weirdness from me. xoxo

Herotomost said...

Thanks for all your kind words about the prompt. I told my wife not to let me forget I needed to write my prompt yesterday, had no idea what I was going to do. At 9pm she woke me from sleep on the couch and said "don't you have a prompt due?" I groaned and said "oh crap" and this is what you got. You all have done a wonderful job with it, it is always delightful to see what you all come up with!

Fireblossom said...

Mine is just wrong on so many levels.

Margaret said...

I'm going to try and do this in the morning. I must say after reading such beautiful writing (and having been on a bit of a forced poetry writing break) I'm a bit intimidated. Is this an excerpt from your recent book? Ok. Goodnight. I e set my alarm And coffee machine for early a.m.

Jinksy said...

As usual, I wandered through alternative scenery! :-) But thank you for spurring me into action.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Hi Corey, I have added a little something I wrote on the fly.. love the challenge but I apologize for not having much time on my hands to polish my lines.

Outlawyer said...

Hi Corey--I don't know if mine fits and have had a lot of work lately so sorry late to party-but thanks as always for sweet prompt! k.

angieinspired said...

It's fun peeking into everyone's minds, seeing what they think about in caves, in the dark.