and revealing myself one poem at a time
"sing me bone by bone"I like that.
I love the sound of resigned contentment as each voice is added to the choir.
nice....the singing bone by bone...its like a ritual rememberance of what held us together....pretty cool thought...hey i fixed your link at dverse....
Without bones, who would we be? We definitely could not stand our ground. Smiles.
I like the first bit: "I am losing all my bones, loosing self and stance." The words speak to the reality of disintegation that is the end of life. And the "sing bone by bone" is perfect.
"sing me bone by bone"
ReplyDeleteI like that.
I love the sound of resigned contentment as each voice is added to the choir.
ReplyDeletenice....the singing bone by bone...its like a ritual rememberance of what held us together....pretty cool thought...
ReplyDeletehey i fixed your link at dverse....
Without bones, who would we be?
ReplyDeleteWe definitely could not stand our ground. Smiles.
I like the first bit: "I am losing all my bones, loosing self and stance." The words speak to the reality of disintegation that is the end of life. And the "sing bone by bone" is perfect.
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