Open Poetry #26 |
"The Bones." |
ffpercent243 Junior Member
since 2003-05-04
Posts 37United Kingdom |
My adult daughter was crying today, For when planting flowers, she had dug up a pile of bones And she had remembered that they were of the kitten She had buried as a child, After it had been ran over Outside our house. "I had forgotten all about it, dad" She says softly: I put the kettle on to brew her a cuppa As the flower seeds blew away, forgotten in the breeze. Later, we reburied the bones together, And made a small cross out of the sunset And our silent hands. If I am silent, it is because I am thinking, if I do not talk, please do not think I am rude. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
poignant re-bury, yes, and let them become one with the soil, to live again |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
The picture painted with silent hands has more expression than any words could. TD |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
wow...I liked this |
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