I have a file on my computer named random lines of verse. It is my go to when I have an idea that does not present a immediate grouping I can develop into a book. These poems tend to lay fallow and do little but take up space. So I will share on with you now.
Buried Non-Treasure
Deep in the Solitary,
shaded by ancient pine,
lies the place of spirits
both bedeviled and divine.
Oft when by ourselves
we wander our mindscape free
is found a dark thing hidden
within the mental scree.
It isn't a caramel nugget,
but a chocolate covered rock
and our souls recoil in pain
at the horror and shock.
We shove it into the recesses
and cover it with guilt
'til after a time it is buried in
the sifting mental silt.
Let us pray for continued strength
and an ever sharp spade
to keep the things buried
which we must evade.