Poetry is bone
Pieces of a skeleton
Each one a story
yearning to be heard
The poet breathes life
into bones
Words to be
spoken
heard
preserved
Each borrowed from
a moment in time
Creating
history
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As twilight moves away and darkness engulfs me with its solemn breath you come to me and we open ourselves to one another ou...
And creating history it shall continue to do so! Beautiful!❤️
ReplyDelete"Poetry is bone": Now, that sounds so good, even more so on further reflection. I really enjoyed how you capture the essence in such a compact and effective manner.
ReplyDeleteYes, each one a story........like crumbs in a forest, leaving a trail for the reader to follow.......
ReplyDeletePoetry is bone...some of them are broken and some are healed. Great write.
ReplyDeleteI like: "the poet breathes life into bones" I think that could/should be true.
ReplyDeletePicking bones, erecting skeletons....love it
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ReplyDeleteI love the shape and structure of this poem, Ellecee – it’s skeleton-like. I love the line about the poet breathing life into bones.
Indeed yes, love this view of poetry.
ReplyDeletePoetry is bone- that sounds right!!!
ReplyDeleteOh to flesh with bones with words... wonderful
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