Cave

Going Deeper 

When the guide turned out the light
The darkness drove away the space.
Without the stars to show the night
Reality crashed in my face.
Kentucky vanished, out of sight.
This cave below became no place.

Linked to dVerse Poetics where Anmol is hosting with the theme of geography. This poem tries to show what can happen to the sense of geography when the lights go out.

Author: Frank Hubeny

I enjoy walking, poetry and short prose as well as taking pictures with my phone.

54 thoughts on “Cave”

  5. Wondefull cave!”Kentucky vanished, out of sight./This cave below became no place.”
    Must have been a bit spooky too!

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  7. I am always amazed at spelunkers, and wonder what they would do if their flashlight goes out! Darkness crashes your face, I guess, and you’re no place. Wonderfully descriptive.

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  9. I’m too claustophobic to enjoy cace walks. I am reminded of how much darker the night feels
    when away from city lights; that masks even the stars.

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    1. That’s true. If you are used to urban lights and go into the country at night it can be almost as black as that cave. I always carry a light with me, but I’m used to country evenings. This took it even further. Even the stars were gone and I didn’t bring a light. Thank you, Glenn!

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  11. I really like the second and the last line as they both define the feeling thus experienced in such concrete terms — there are such geographic marvels that may make us question our own beliefs and our limited understanding of this planet.

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  13. And what a revelation it is. I have been inside the cave and it is quite awe inspiring. Imagine to be there all in darkness, all the space just a deep void.

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  17. Having been in several caves, including Mammoth, when the lights were turned out, I very much appreciate your putting an amorphous feeling into words. I was never able to do that. Of course, I was with my child, holding her hand, so there WAS a sense of place: My daughter’s hand. Brilliant poem!

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  23. All that vanishing space and crashing reality made me feel claustrophobic. I went into the Cango CAves in South Africa. The first time we crawled through tiny spaces the less than half a metre wide. And thoroughly enjoyed it. I returned more than ten years later, and I couldn’t even handle the much larger, tamer tours of the caves.

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