#stalactite
The stalactite was a lonely little thing,
with a
drip
drip
drip
it would sing.
Feeling itself, slowly growing downwards,
longing for union,
but never knowing, if seed was sowing.
The stalagmite was a lonely little thing,
with a
splash
splash
splash
it would sing.
Feeling itself, slowly growing
upwards,
longing for union,
but never knowing,
just keeping faith
In growing.
Song - Inxs, Two world's colliding.
Jan 9
Jan 9, 2026 at 5:34 PM UTC
Melting
by Michael R. Burch
for Beth
Entirely, as spring consumes the snow,
the thought of you consumes me: I am found
in rivulets, dissolved to what I know
of former winters’ passions. Underground,
perhaps one slender icicle remains
of what I was before, in some dark cave—
a stalactite, long calcified, now drains
to sodden pools whose milky liquid laves
the colder rock, thus washing something clean
that never saw the light, that never knew
the crust could break above, that light could stream:
so luminous,
so bright,
so beautiful . . .
I lie revealed, and so I stand transformed,
and all because you smiled on me, and warmed.
Keywords/Tags: spring, melting, snow, winter, icicle, stalactite, underground, cave, transformation, love, warmth
Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 5:41 AM UTC
Dark mountains and
stalactite tears
blending into cave
marks on the wall.
A funeral? But
warmth and belonging
and a community
of travel, hope, legacy.
Footprints on the ground.
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 9:22 AM UTC