Night Mining

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for longer than I know I have roamed,

restlessly drawn back into the dank

chambers of a subterranean realm, while

the world weaves the fabric of sleep.

time has deepened my iron-caged descent,

clanking down corroded creaking shafts

into cavernous corridors who breathe

the menacing damp that accompanies

each foray to the dark recesses of mind,

to swing a rusty pick at the mute stony,

hard-faced rock of ages, whose seams I

have long chiselled and chipped at in vain

without ever mining its prized gems,

instead, I sift repeatedly through mountains

of shards, coal chaff, superficial detritus

from a face that guards blackened nuggets,

until my lungs swell with choking dead dust

that forces another evacuation, a fruitless

return to solitary confinement to wrestle

with ruminations that turn me inside out,

an alienated, contorted, frame forced to

bear the weight of persistent unanswered

musings about this futile life charade, 

and who I really am, with no prospect of slumber.



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Paul Waring

Thu 26th Jan 2017 19:48

Thank you Ray, both for reading this and for commenting, your kind words mean a lot to me. Paul

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Thu 26th Jan 2017 19:28

This reveals another side to your poetry Paul, the subconscious to the fore. Nicely claustrophic. Along with the coal dust there is a sprinkling of philosophy at the end. Nice. Ray

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Paul Waring

Thu 26th Jan 2017 18:21

Thank you Randall, I am very pleased that you loved this piece and grateful for your well-crafted comment. Much appreciated.

And thank you too Col. Cor blimey trousers, what a good guess, I really do like CRZ's work and, after visiting Barcelona many times over many years, I'm still enchanted by the place. I am completely knocked out by your kind comparison with his work. Aythankgyou so much.

BTW, dreams fascinate me, I could talk to you at great length about them. You won't believe how often I've played football for Everton and England! And as for the material we've conjured up today, heaven only knows where it's coming from but, hey, I pray the muse stays with us!!

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Thu 26th Jan 2017 16:20

jeepers Paul there ain't much air in there, I was gaspin' by the end. That's a mighty sentence from 'time has' to the ending 'slumber' but maybe, just maybe, it works for that reason. I'll take another breath and read again.

I meant to ask you after our Sweet Victory for the Silence, I mean Solemn (tee-hee) - have you read The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon? Your writing reminds me a little of his, or of his themes.

there's me being hugged by a bear whilst your head's being mined with a rusty pick - god helps us! I do like this poem. Col.

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Randall Eckstein

Thu 26th Jan 2017 14:05

Amazing. The lucidity of the metaphor is fantastic. I loved every line of the poem. This is the gem you have carved from the torturous night mining! Excellent.

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