Guest Author - Rebecca M. Cuevas De Caissie

This month's book is Lamentations of The Caves written by Rebecca Cuevas De Caissie, me! I am very excited to share this book with you and hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it and sharing it. This is a book of poetry, and what better time of the year to curl up with a book of poetry than in the month of Feburary. The air is still crisp and cool but with Valentines Day, things are really heating up. Please read on and see what other people who have read my book are saying and take an exclusive sneak peak into the pages of Lamentations of The Caves.

I very much liked the few poems I read. The words you chose gave me vision of what you might be going through. Some seemed very similar to situations in my own live. Some read like you are guarded about love ant the possible pain and heartache it will bring you. You approach topics we all have been through and make it easy to relate to. Meg.

Very well written poems, deep and emotional. Ken

I like it and I’ll buy it Lambert LB Ladi Mpwo: recording artist from Africa

Rebecca, your poetry is very good. The words that come from your pen are so colorful and deep. You can tell by your writing that you’re a deep thinker as all good poets are. I think someday you will be a known poet. Best wishes for that day. Joyce Keegan


I hear the voices of Neruda and Byron speaking through you… don’t change these poems. T. Casa; Poet and manager of a major bookstore

A Sample of the Book

Lamentations of the Caves

The caves are filled with sorrow,
They cry up to the skies,
But upon the wind is where,
Those lamentations die.

Deep within the caves grow cold,
The sunlight never shines,
Deep within the caves we go,
For ourselves to find.



Loves Assassin

To save love I had to kill it,
Letting go of my heart and soul,
Letting him fly to the heavens away,
From this now broken and bleeding heart.

For a love so rare I let it grow,
But like a bonsai it had to be molded,
Patience and time are needed,
But first the life stem had to be cut.

My soul has been ripped in two,
My spirit is shattered and splintered,
With jabbing little pieces cutting into,
My heart and making it bleed.

The pain drives right trough me,
Renting at my very being like a razor,
Sharp and deep are those wounds left,
So cleanly cut the scars are inevitable.

So I have become Loves Assassin,
Sent to kill my very own love,
With my own hands I have laid it low,
Burying myself with the remnants.


Lady Phoenix

Lady phoenix rising from the flame,
Of the wasted life of a weaker soul,
The power surges through her veins,
Destruction the price of freedoms toll.

From the fetal position in the womb,
Of the aftermath laying at her feet,
Slowly she prostrates herself,
Uncoiling like a slow spring heat.

Her back arches like a cat’s,
Head thrown back in total rapture,
Arms stretched testing new boundaries,
Eyes closed in sensations to capture.

Wings expand across the sky,
Sparks of fire from liberalized delight,
Flexing prepares Lady Phoenix,
For the departure of flight.

At first attempt her wings are stiff,
And she goes only as far as dreaming,
Of escaping the ground to feel,
To experience the elation of soaring.

With each attempt she goes a little farther,
Lady Phoenix grows stronger by the day,
Until the day she flies off into the sun,
Away from Edenistic decay.

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