It's strange
to be without
boundaries
marking inside
and out, defense
made impossible.
Din arrives
not just by ear
but surrounds
each bone.
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
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.
This is very cool.
ReplyDeleteThanks, MZ.
DeleteThis 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.
ReplyDeleteYour assessment means a lot to me - thank you for the kind words.
DeleteI like these "bone" poems.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad, Yvonne.
Deletewind whistles through this, Mary ~
ReplyDeleteIt's an interesting perspective to explore.
DeleteInteresting use of words.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Abraham.
DeleteWhoa. 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.
ReplyDeleteNicely written. Good writing.
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