gazing at the cut end
of an oak
I fall deeply into the imperfect impulse of nature
finding pieces of her
in the smallest breeze
and the inner sides of death
as the blistering daylight
buries the bluebird in the sun
and the shell of a butterfly
folds beneath the dandy clock.
What's left ~
but the voice of a garden
refilling the emptiness of the gravestone
panting beneath the brazen sky.
Author notes
prompt ~ Bone
A contest entry
- Bone by MuddyKing.
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Comments
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Lovely and lyrical use of imagery to create a lasting portrait.
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fantastic
loved it
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I don't know what to say, I am at a lose for words. Very well written.
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Apparently the prompt is 'bone'. I like that you have made such a pretty load of words out of that one. I'm still far away from appreciating free verse enough to understand it, so all I can do at the moment is like this.
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