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"Cleaning My Cave" by Eric Wayne Flynn

Updated on January 28, 2014
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"Cleaning My Cave"

Stumbling through thick brush near the ocean

A version of myself searches for a place to call my own

Cool green leaves smack my face as I push on

A clearing ahead awaits as rays of the sun pour down into a big brown basin

I jump in; surrounded by four walls of dirt

I mash the cold earth in my hand

There's a chair in my hole, a rock and an old red door

I pick it up and lean it against the wall facing the ocean

It would be nice to enter here with the blue at my back

I place my chair in a corner facing the red door

It's a sturdy chair, it does it's job

Next, I roll my rock up and out into the sun

I hop on top my rock and feel the sun on my skin

Im alone and now have a place to call my own

I hop back into my hole and walk around a bit; thinking

I cleaned up this big ditch real good

Im proud of it

I can't wait to have my friends over

Im serving candy, chips and orange soda

My mom n pop will be looking for me soon, I better go

Plus, I miss my brother and sister

We're having chicken, mashed potatoes and green beans tonight

I crawl out of my hole and head home

Now I know that at the very least I have somewhere to go if it all falls apart








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      John Hansen 3 years ago from Queensland Australia

      Love it Eric! We all need a hole to go back to if necessary.

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      Eric Wayne Flynn 3 years ago from Providence, Rhode Island

      Thanks Jodah, as always I appreciate your support and commentary.

      EWF

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      pochinuk 3 years ago

      Eric,

      Soft, personal time elements are going on in this poem. You've done

      well in describing your space. Nice!

      "...can't wait to have my friends over

      Im serving candy, chips and orange soda

      My mom n pop will be looking for me soon, I better go

      ...Plus, I miss my bro.."

      I had the wrong timing one day in my spot:

      I found my mind wandering to a space near a vast waterway. I occupied it after working long hours in a deli one Summer; I fell asleep and was woken up by a nasty dog that would not quit wet nosing my face...then a lady showed up. I asked, "Am I on someones property?" Well, uh...I sent my dog.. " I found out I was just inside the narrow walkway on the sand that delineates public from private..ah.

      Your words create a lovely personal path for the reader (i,e, no unruly pets)

      -pochinuk

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      Eric Wayne Flynn 3 years ago from Providence, Rhode Island

      Thanks Pochinuk, between you and Jodah you two are all the motivation I need to write, I always look forward to hearing both of your commentary, stories and reading your work.

      EWF

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      pochinuk 3 years ago

      To put it in the words of a famous troubadour in R.I. : "...just cleaning the cave..." Onward Mr. Flynn!

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