we walk amongst the bones here.
early rain has sprouted green
along the path and buds drink swell wait
to burst drunkenly into bloom
human calcaneous and soft ball joints
find footing on jutting mountain bones –
sandstone knees and elbows –
scapular, like a blade,
like a contour, like a cliff,
granite sternum and ribs
to protect the heart
beating still –
hips that curve and curve around
walking us home
on old paths
of bone.
For Sherry at earthweal’s weekly challenge: DREAMING IN GREEN
https://earthweal.com/2022/06/06/earthweal-weekly-challenge-dreaming-in-green/
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This so beautiful.. so sensual and earthy. I love it!
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Thanks so much. xx
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The earth is alive, always. (K)
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a beautiful read, and it sounds like a wonderful walk
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Thank you Philip.
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I LOVE your opening line!!!! Stellar! This is a really wonderful poem – all the paths of bones, walking us home.
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Thanks Sherry. xx
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I found an intimacy here – a beloved body which hugs so close (or we hug it) we know its contours, the feel of its bones. The yearning is that close, the blossoming underfoot.
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Our bones and the bones of the earth made congruent, and the stone made to live as we do, firm underfoot, like a knowledge our inner selves build from–wonderful work with the metaphor and full of a sense of place, of the genuine, the lasting. A great pleasure to read this morning.
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So sorry. Your beautiful comment slipped by me unnoticed. Thanks you so much for your encouraging reading.
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