He said after all
maybe I am a gold digger

And he's the mountain
that I chose to ascend.

Maybe I am here
to explore and delve

Into your hidden inner world.

So, tell me,
what treasures lie

Within your deepest caves,

How far does your emptiness reach,
and what is it that I shall find at the end.


Poetry by Ashe
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Written on 2018-09-29 at 21:42

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So beautifully written.

I enjoy your style a lot.

Sometimes looking at my recent poems in comparison to what I wrote
years ago, I feel as if subconsciously I am copying yours.


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
I love the line "How far does your emptiness reach". I missed this one. Very clever indeed :)

dee quirke
wow so beautiful

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France England
Oh what a wonderful way to whisper close to someone you hold dear. Hello my sweetheart, please let me love you. This is such a compassionate work of art that I stopped my wife from cooking dinner and asked for her company while all nice and cozy reminding each other how much we were still in love. Thanks for this moment of heavenly bliss and tenderness.

bibek adhikari The PoetBay support member heart!
I like the idea of the poem: the prospector going out for a search. This poem, however, can be made a bit taut with a some of tweaking of certain phrases. Maybe use the quotations too? Just a suggestion.


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Prospectors never know what they'll find, and are ever-optimistic.

The prospector in this poem seems unsure of what she'll find, and instead of optimism feels a little skeptical of the process, wants some assurance that at the end there will be treasure.

I guess you never know under you dive deep enough, always a risk.

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
You got me thinking with this one, Asha.
A curious poem of seek and find.
We are all prospectors in some way I suppose. Every relationship another search for treasure within the other.