ipad drawing of bones at Largy
I’m gathering bones together
On the studio floor.
Crouching down and
Staring at an assemblage.
Here a nest of bones as
Pale as shadows
On the polished wood.
There a craze of broken glass with
Distorted reflections.
I’m Alice.
Walking through a splintered world
Bridging the actual and
The probable.
I’m pacing the room and
Glancing back at a vanitas. I
hear the sound of my own wretched bones
And weep at coming death.
... after reading Gregory Orr’s poem…."Gathering the bones together".
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I'm involved with an email post called
LITERARY COMFORT FOODS
It's such a good link with people who inspire me in so many different ways and with the lockin holding fast the internet is such a blessing.
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This poem was sent and received and a grand kind critique along with it also.
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I've plucked up enough techie courage to send it to 20 others.
Poets, artists, musicians.
My only mistake...as dad used to say...was not reading the instructions carefully.
20 women.
I put 3 men it there!!
Ooops
I think they deserve to be there!
