Monday, August 25, 2014

Bones

175


Cart of bones did rattle through the days,
raising dust and stones in rickety roll,
along the side of language, rising cliff;
words did stutter deep of anger's toll.

Reason rode atop, held tangled, fraying reins,
sought to sustain momentum, hold the road,
as memory drew absence, hope took flight;
time  baffles longing, lost in hidden codes.

Desire was loaded high in bulging sacks,
demand had tied them tightly, bitter thread,
as sanity did sort, raised fresh needle yet;
so was the load of sorrow sent to test.

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7 comments:

  1. I had hoped that the load of sorrow would have been sent to rest, but if tested there will be tears to find I am sure.

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  2. and so I read this piece that I found blest,
    with all man's souls enrap't, my heart impress'd..

    Thank you. That was delicious, smooth, rhythmic, coarse, delving, incisive, and well -written.
    Did I write: I like it.
    Bravo.
    Randy

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  3. I could hear the turn of those rickety wheels...a little worn and frayed - but not the words - what tests we must pass...beautifully done..

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  4. Well crafted ... i enjoyed it very much ...

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  5. An intriguing look behind the mind. Wonderful writing.

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