A hanger for epidermic linens
Marbled rivers crawl like ivy
Over your castles,
Battling often with
Soldiers of Cartilage
Yet your grace
Houses hearts,
protects breath
Imagine! Which becomes sacred?
The owner,
or his possessions?
Even the direct ability
to employ scientists
who are brave enough
to sever you from the dead
And place you under
manifested fluorescent
Stuns me. To the point
where I grit my jaw
and flex the incisor
only to recall, ironic
Your resistance even now
To encase infants
Break the mother's fall
Although you break, perhaps
And lock the fist
when ever threatened
To connect with your cousin
And save same cousin
with your honey inners
Drawing out the regenerative
Called by some a donation
Called by you, a gift
Author notes
Prompt: Bone
One rule:
You may not use the word bone anywhere in your poem.
In a list
A contest entry
- Bone Dry by Suzanne Dia.
600 points, ended March 10, 2008, 7 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Unique and very well done ...
and not much more that need be said. Congrats on the Gold.
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Whoa that was diffrent. . .cool how you talked about bone without saying it. Your metaphors are really cool. and you imagry is awsome. . I think some of your others are better though
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Lots of clues here to what you are writing about or should I say to. Congrats on the gold in this contest.
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This is great. I like how you speak to the bone ..it saves you saying the word as requested. Really like this, fun and creative.
Good job thinking outside the skeletal box!
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Very creative interpretation of this prompt. Liked the flow and the words used to make your point with with this write. How we all see something a bit different in our poetry.
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