Bone to Bone
He claims two sides frame every story.
I count three, sometimes more,
believing in multiplicity,
threats concealed
but never
buried. A dust devil twists across the path.
What ascends, what dies?
Heat, ashes. A shadow’s flesh.
The earth, restraining all.
This another really nice one. Heat rises, ashes fall… I hear Miles Davis’s soundtrack to the film ‘Ascenseur pour l’échafaud’ when I read this… especially “Generique.”
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Wow. I love the pairing. The mood is perfect.
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You are perfect!:)
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They broke the mold, then made me!
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The supernatural dust devil! Great poem, and the structure works really well too. Love the pairing of poem and music. Now what wine would go with this? Or should it be a spirit?
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I think it would have to be a homemade wine, something sweet and caustic, unrefined, not enjoyable, but effective.
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I felt this. It’s like I connected somehow. I really like this one.
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I’m so pleased this one strikes you that way!
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🙂 I am too!
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Lovely truths.
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Thanks very much.
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Where do you get your pictures?
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Most of them come from morguefile.com. On rare occasion I use one of mine.
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I love them all. they are very mysterious
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I enjoy finding appropriate (well, at least for my purposes) photos for the poems. It’s sometimes challenging, but never daunting.
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Shiveringly good, from stem to stern! I especially like the idea of a shadow being bodied. I’ve been trying to work with just that idea in a fiction piece for a few years but never getting it this ‘right,’ as you’ve done.
I can’t quite imagine what would happen when/if you were to take up fiction-writing again, Bob, although I know it would be head-turning and original at the very least. Happy writing, friend!
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Thanks, Leigh. A few years ago I toyed around with the idea of writing an urban fantasy novel – even went so far as to chart a few plot lines and character sketches. But I don’t know that I’ll ever attempt it. At that time I was riding a bus for about an hour and a half every day, and I thought I could put that time to better use. But then I got a new job and no longer rode the bus. At any rate, I think I’m much better suited for short forms.
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I know what you mean. As the kids are in morning classes, I joke that I’m carving out the McNovel in those two precious hours a day! 🙂 Oh, and you can always try microfiction and/or flash fiction. So many forms are proliferating in these genres. 6-word forms, 7-word forms, 50-word, 53-word, and drabbles, just to name a few with decent provenances behind them.
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Flash fiction intrigues me, and I’ve thought about trying to produce a few pieces. But the poetry keeps flowing…
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WOW !!
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Thanks, John.
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Both your words and the picture were striking as they hung there flowing back and forth off one another. Darkness enriched the shadow and its darker attire! Lovely.
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Thank you, Anita. I do so enjoy finding photos that somehow reflect or add to the words.
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interesting choice to rhyme ashes with flesh. the ashes of the heat & the shadow contribute to each other like basil & tomato. the tone is apocalyptic, any reason?
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Well, there’s this particular symmetry between ashes, flesh and the weight those words bear. I wouldn’t label the tone apocalyptic, but it certainly is, uh, strained.
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quite right. apocalyptic may be a hyperbole, but i certainly sensed imagery of that sort with the bone / ash / flesh / buried & the twisting dust devil, which i take to be, a tornado?
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Dust devils are little wind disturbances, circulating, I suppose, like tornadoes, but very, very small, and not really destructive. They pick up dust, a little debris (leaves, etc.), and are interesting to observe. But you could walk through one without fear.
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I really really connected to this. It is so beautifully written. You’re amazing and I aspire to become half as good as you! I stated my blog recently about two months ago. I write stories, and I would love some critical appreciation by a writing God like you! Thank you 🙂
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Thank you for your kind words. Writing well really is all about time – spending a great deal of time reading, writing, revising and repeating it all. Find poets you like. Read everything they’ve published. Try writing like them. It likely won’t turn out well, but that’s okay. Keep trying – become intimate. with their voices, their rhythms and languages. Your true self will emerge, even through emulation. One day you’ll find your own voice (and your own silence). And that’s where it really gets interesting.
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Wow, I never thought about it that way. Thank you for that 🙂 it really helps. I would really love if you checked out my blog and told me where I could improve on? Thank you so much for your help 🙂 it means a lot coming from a brilliant writer like you.
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I’ll make a point to visit your blog.
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Thank you 🙂
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This is another wonderful poem. I’ve been writing a lot about bones lately myself, so it’s good to know that I am in good company. Thanks for sharing your work with us.
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Thank you for your kind comments. I like to see what lies underneath – bone are often part of the equation.
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great poem!
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Thank you.
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Awesome Robert, love this !
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So pleased you like it. Thank you!
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This is striking! Love it!
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Thanks very much!
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Makes me consider the complexities of man, and the unflattering sides we don’t always show. Lovely imagery!
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We are not always such flattering creatures… And thank you!
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I love watching your mind at work. I could never tire of this one.
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I just let it roam free. Sometimes it stops at the right place. 🙂
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RO, this is the perfect poem to see me off into the vast open spaces (exterior and interior). Thank you!
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Bone to bone, rail by rail. May your journies be fruitful, peaceful and joyous!
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This is flaw free
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You’re very generous. Thank you.
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I love it and the gen store is sweet-even has a dish !
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Thank you.
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