Caverns Of Pity Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Galloping down byways of skyward epitomes. Nowhere plans
finding places in caverns of pity, tallying suns of scenic
vistas on terrains, mountainous in nature, blending ledges
and ridges of rock into gigantic shapes of steep trails.
Watching self fall down into depths of winter landscapes,
and joining with weather's voice, kindling fiery emotions
with strands of standardized love.

(9: 05 p.m. - 11/28/09