Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Tuesday Poem: Tears

The lines drawn
on flesh
in treacherous codes reveal

The cliffs behind
and the precipiece
falling
below

The bones stacked,
on high
and bleached yellow-blond
in the sun
and the rain
reach
up


The tears shed
as long
as you crunch through bones
brittle as numbers
but never see
them
fall

A.J. Ponder

A cheerful little off-the-cuff ditty this week, just to keep the ball rolling as it were.  I hope you enjoyed it, and if sanity prevails and you found it a little bleak, why not go and cleanse the pallette by visiting some of the fantastic poets on the Tuesday Poetry Hub

All the best and have a fantastic week.
A.J. Ponder




3 comments:

  1. Interesting not sure that it's bleak? Anyway bleak's allowed. Made me think of the bones of massacres from Aotearoa's past battles but I might be on another track. it was so good to be able to access your comments page. Did you tweak something?

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  2. I like the middle part -- the bones stacked and bleaches yellow-blond. This poem contains great images and emotion. Glad to see you share one of your own here!

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