"I am hearing poetry when awake,
dreaming poetry when asleep,
breathing poetry with each breath,
I am living in a poem."
Windchimes of ancestory....lovely to think of bones that way...
Such a beautifully emotive write :DLots of love,Sanaa
"she never listens to her bones"Why should she? she seems strong, resolute and forever green, surely that's the colour of her mind setmuch love...
Another amazing poem from your pen, Susie. I admire the introductory couplet repeated as conclusion. The imagery is stellar throughout.
This is amazing.. the thought of windchime bones.. and the peroxide.. you have painted age in a stellar way.
Oh my goodness, this is a spectacular poem, Susie....so many wonderful lines and images...........I love the windchimes of ancestry. Brilliant. Your poems are ever more amazing.
Interesting to think of skeletons as windchimes.
As I already said on facebook, a masterpiece!
So, mesmersiing, the wind chimes will always remind us of out ancestors and the reality of life " death"
I am fascinated by my ancestry. It is always interesting to find skeletons in the closet! I very much enjoyed reading this.Thank you for visiting me at poetryofthenetherworld.blogspot.com
"...the wind chimes/of her ancestry", what a magnificent line! I can hear it, see it, feel it...
This is terrific, Susie.We went to a sculpture exhibit in an orchard featuring glass hanging from a tree, I think you'd really appreciate it. Kind of goes with your theme in this poem. I didn't snap a photo but I'll see if I can find one to share with you.
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