Saturday, December 28, 2013

Bones of Bamboo



We grow as tall
in the noise of silence
as the bamboo knife allows,
stretching our green stalks
skyward into the blue.

Barely a babe weaned
from earth’s breast
we spring from the cradle
into the swagger of full grown.

Inside our hollow hearts
music burrows its notes
waiting for the day
our bones will hang
its melody on the wind.

©Susie Clevenger 2013

At Real Toads Hannah offered a bamboo forest in Japan as inspiration for our poetry. Real Toads Transforming Friday

14 comments:

Vandana Sharma said...

birth and death........the life cycle goes on...............

Bill Nicholls said...

Wind chime lovely verse

grapeling said...

really like the 3rd, Susie ~

Kerry O'Connor said...

Your language is so rich in this poem, Susie. I love the sense I got of metamorphosis, as the bamboo grows from green to wood, and musical instrument.

blueoran said...

The love of chimes and flutes does suggest that we are hollow reeds too, making music in the wind. What a lovely way to proceed.

Robert Bourne said...

great take on the prompt... loved the birth... death cycle it is part of life...

Björn said...

Circle of life can not be better than seen in a bamboo grove.. beautiful

Sumana Roy said...

a beautiful transformation....its music lingers...

Marian said...

cripes, Susie, that middle stanza! whoosh!

Hannah said...

Beautiful progression with a closing stanza that makes one cringe (in a good way), with the ache of that soul song. Thank you for writing, Susie.

Susie Swanson said...

I love this Susie. It speaks to my heart.

Ben Ditty said...

Silence helps us realize what's important. And I think we grow from that. Great piece, Susie.

Grace said...

I am listening to the chimes as I read your words ~ One day our bones will hang its melody in the wind ~

Happy New Year ~

Lisa A. Williams said...

Beautiful Susie. I love the sound of chimes and hope I will leave my own melody behind as well.