bones (20160529)

count the bones
twenty-one
white and glistening
polished and shining

these are private bones
these are bones
that have never seen a graveyard

they clack and rattle
they tick like a clock

Published by crow

I'm a writer and a dabbler. I live in Washington. View all posts by crow

Poet Rummager May 29, 201610:32 pm

White, shiny bones are hard to come by. Congrats! 😉
1. Crow May 30, 20165:43 am
  
  💀
BRH May 30, 20169:36 am

Nice. Abstract. As always, I’m jealous.
1. Crow May 30, 20169:59 am
  
  Thank you. (It’s actually inspired by a bone males bracelet I recently bought.)
memadtwo May 30, 20164:41 pm

Maybe the spookiest yet. (K)
1. Crow May 30, 20164:43 pm
  
  Thanks! Although I don’t know if I meant it to be spooky. Contemplative, for sure…
SlasherMonster May 31, 20167:30 pm

I love your Bones poem.
1. Crow May 31, 20168:49 pm
  
  Thanks. That means a lot coming from a dead guy!
  1. SlasherMonster May 31, 20168:54 pm
    
    Just remember when a body dies, all that useless skin and tissue rot and fade away. Bones are forever, Crow man.
  2. Crow May 31, 20169:25 pm
    
    Especially the teeth. My favorite part of the skeleton.
Merrie Skelley June 2, 20169:35 pm

Excellent. My fav line “these are private bones.” ❤
1. Crow June 3, 20165:07 am
  
  Thanks! This was a fun one to write.