BONE ON BONE

Posted on March 17, 2024 by | 6 Comments

 

All the places

I worked and played

too hard

are wearing on me

 

for this moment

I have trailed

with discarded rhymes

and poetry

 

even I don’t quite

understand

why I had to kiss

the wild so deeply,

 

why I had to walk

the fence

and dream beyond

the barbed wire.

 

 

 

 

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6 responses to “BONE ON BONE”

  1. trishomalley's avatar trishomalley | March 17, 2024 at 7:34 am | Reply

    love your lucky charm. and hope you have deep success. i suppose you know i love this one and a few of the lines will echo as i go through my day, planting trays of vegetable seeds and pruning trees. love to you two. or three, i should say. frog have a name?

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  2. Kim Whysall-Hammond's avatar The Cheesesellers Wife | March 17, 2024 at 8:26 am | Reply

    This is wonderful. I especially like “kissing the wild”.

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  3. trishomalley's avatar trishomalley | March 17, 2024 at 9:44 am | Reply

    little bugger or wild? hmmmmm.

    Like

  4. zdunno03's avatar zdunno03 | April 1, 2024 at 9:02 am | Reply

    I like those last lines: “dream beyond the barbed wire.” Very nice.

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    • John's avatar John | April 16, 2024 at 7:27 am | Reply

      Thanks, Leonard. I haven’t been too attentive to the blog lately. Everything I write sounds trite and a general lack of inspiration leaves me disappointed. C’est la vie!

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