Bones Poems
haiku : hiku 11 : bones
by Ghairo Daniels
haiku : bones
calcium dance shape
between stars of wisdom high
showering marrow
hiku
———
cal
=Ci Um=
......
The Wheelchair Bound
by Ghairo Daniels
THE WHEELCHAIR BOUND
Dots appeared and disappeared
on a single sun ray
peering through the
rotted canvas blind
She sat on a wheelchair rusting
beneath her unexercised
arse
......
Rive Vekk Musklene
by Teo Luchin
On the warm wool, among Nordic symbols, giggles and mandarins, two hollow sanctuaries pull me in. Bony surface, smooth, recklessly thin.
I trace the patterns of lost vigor.
His beak, open, softly arced.
As if his last breaths were the questions I’ve lost the answers to.
So out of place, placed here so stubbornly.
Into my grasp, as if meant to be.
With each passing blink, I move closer to your essence, closer than you yourself could ever be.
Reaching beneath where your skin once lived.
Past the things you thought you were.
It makes me wonder,
......
Bird Bones
by Margaret Hitch
Whale on the mantlepiece.
Gel pen recreation.
Cover me in glimmering things!
Bury the shiny bone dust
in the ashes of the earth’s crust.
Let the natural roll of dust dance!
Take it over the hill beyond me.
Into the crater,
......
haiku : hiku 11 : bones
by Ghairo Daniels
haiku : bones
calcium dance shape
between stars of wisdom high
showering marrow
hiku
———
cal
=Ci Um=
......
The Wheelchair Bound
by Ghairo Daniels
THE WHEELCHAIR BOUND
Dots appeared and disappeared
on a single sun ray
peering through the
rotted canvas blind
She sat on a wheelchair rusting
beneath her unexercised
arse
......
Rive Vekk Musklene
by Teo Luchin
On the warm wool, among Nordic symbols, giggles and mandarins, two hollow sanctuaries pull me in. Bony surface, smooth, recklessly thin.
I trace the patterns of lost vigor.
His beak, open, softly arced.
As if his last breaths were the questions I’ve lost the answers to.
So out of place, placed here so stubbornly.
Into my grasp, as if meant to be.
With each passing blink, I move closer to your essence, closer than you yourself could ever be.
Reaching beneath where your skin once lived.
Past the things you thought you were.
It makes me wonder,
......
Bird Bones
by Margaret Hitch
Whale on the mantlepiece.
Gel pen recreation.
Cover me in glimmering things!
Bury the shiny bone dust
in the ashes of the earth’s crust.
Let the natural roll of dust dance!
Take it over the hill beyond me.
Into the crater,
......
