Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Saturday, August 9, 2014


There are closets in my skeleton
Gaping spaces between bones
Inaccessible places

Waiting for me to press "play"
or not

My ribs are not your tie rack
They sit too close
to my heart.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real ToadsArtistic Interpretations w/Margaret,Skeleton Poetry


Kerry O'Connor said...

What a perfect poem, LM. I wish I had thought of any of these lines - each carries its own weight of thought and beauty so well.

Fireblossom said...

*breezes in*

Okay, we're gonna organize by color, season, bone density, and--


brudberg said...

The closets in my skeleton.. I love what you turned the other aspects of the idiom into... But hey, I wear my heart close to what ties.

Grace said...

I specially like that ending line and feels there is a back story for these skeletons ~