05 January 2015

Bone Quiet


It's strange
to be without
boundaries
marking inside
and out, defense 
made impossible
Din arrives 
not just by ear
but surrounds
each bone. 
I thought 
quiet would reign,
the death silence,
but wind's
fierce incursion 
blunts bones 
with no skin 
to hold it out. 
Intrusions
blur any sense 
of safe containment;
after gone 
comes noise.


A Flash 55 in my bone poems series for Kerry at http://www.withrealtoads.blogspot.com.


12 comments:

  1. This has to be my favourite of your poems, Mary. The sparse lines convey the message with a lot of impact, and the structure of the piece is very strong.

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    1. Your assessment means a lot to me - thank you for the kind words.

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  2. wind whistles through this, Mary ~

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  3. Whoa. This is really terrific, Mary. So visceral and imaginative, but once imagined (and read), it feels so real. Very well done. I am sorry to be so late in visiting. Thanks. k.

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  4. Nicely written. Good writing.

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