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The Dreams of Bones

Updated on April 25, 2017
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Audrey is a poet, classical singer and voice teacher, recovering attorney and licensed psychotherapist.

by: Clarita
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My #25 for National Poetry Month


when old bones dream of the young,

they dance by firelight

recall long nights,tender days

spun out like sugar before them,

fragile, intricate castles with drafty halls

in which long, sleek versions of our best selves

glide through time.


mostly though

they feel envy

slick pain's absence is a gift

to an unworthy bank account

where withdrawals

are made in a blink of the eye


if old bones could speak

they would chatter through clenched teeth

spitting off fleshed versions of themselves

in songs dug from unrelenting dirt,

music, a dose of sinovial fluid

greasing the friction of fear

as a two step

pulls them upright.

© 2017 Audrey Howitt

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      Audrey Howitt 3 months ago from California

      Thank you Flouris, whonu and Shyron!

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      mckbirdbks 3 months ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

      Hi Audrey - extraordinary

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      Dora Isaac Weithers 3 months ago from The Caribbean

      Audrey, you're the master of imagery! Powerful poetry.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 3 months ago from Riga, Latvia

      Most creative poetry and intriguing thoughts.

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      Jamie Lee Hamann 3 months ago from Reno NV

      I love this. Powerful poetry. Well versed. Thank you Audrey. Jamie

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      Linda Crampton 3 months ago from British Columbia, Canada

      Thank you for sharing yet another poem containing some very creative and interesting imagery, Audrey.

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      Rachel L Alba 3 months ago from Every Day Cooking and Baking

      You're not old, but I am and you described my old bones pretty good. lol But I like the end about a song that could lift them up.

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      Audrey Howitt 3 months ago from California

      Thank you Mary!

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      Mary Wickison 3 months ago from Brazil

      Music can lift all old bones or at least the spirits.

      Wonderful imagery.

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 3 months ago from Southern Illinois

      Who doesn't think back to the days when our bones were young and danced the night away. One could even say, " Bittersweet memories " I loved this!

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      Venkatachari M 3 months ago from Hyderabad, India

      Something unique here. It's wonderful, funny, but scary also.

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      Mark Tulin 3 months ago from Santa Barbara, California

      How often are we unaware of this important part of ourselves. My femur and my tibia have feelings too. Thanks Audrey.

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      manatita44 3 months ago from london

      Exquisite and meaningful poem

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      Ann Carr 3 months ago from SW England

      You have such imagination; your imagery is superb. I like the soft turning to dark. This is emotive, powerful.

      Ann

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      Shyron E Shenko 3 months ago from Texas

      If old bones could speak

      I fear mine would only creak

      They'd no longer dream of day gone by

      Possible the marrow has gone dry

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      *

      Good job of rattling them

      Blessings my friend

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      whonunuwho 3 months ago from United States

      Interesting medley of words, my friend. Reminds me of Native American ensemble of a windtalker.Thanks for this nice arrangement. Blessings. whonu

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      FlourishAnyway 3 months ago from USA

      We all have long, sleek versions of our best selves somewhere within. I liked this pies.