"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Wind Chime Bones


12 comments :

Thotpurge said...

Windchimes of ancestory....lovely to think of bones that way...

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Such a beautifully emotive write :D

Lots of love,
Sanaa

Gillena Cox said...

"she never listens to her bones"

Why should she? she seems strong, resolute and forever green, surely that's the colour of her mind set

much love...

Kerry O'Connor said...

Another amazing poem from your pen, Susie. I admire the introductory couplet repeated as conclusion. The imagery is stellar throughout.

brudberg said...

This is amazing.. the thought of windchime bones.. and the peroxide.. you have painted age in a stellar way.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

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.

Suzy said...

Interesting to think of skeletons as windchimes.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

As I already said on facebook, a masterpiece!

Vandana Sharma said...

So, mesmersiing, the wind chimes will always remind us of out ancestors and the reality of life " death"

Little Fairy said...

I am fascinated by my ancestry. It is always interesting to find skeletons in the closet! I very much enjoyed reading this.

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Magaly Guerrero said...

"...the wind chimes/of her ancestry", what a magnificent line! I can hear it, see it, feel it...

Marian said...

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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