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The Dreams of Bones

Audrey is a poet, classical singer and voice teacher, recovering attorney and licensed psychotherapist.

by: Clarita

by: Clarita



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

Comments

Audrey Howitt (author) from California on May 06, 2017:

Thank you Flouris, whonu and Shyron!

mckbirdbks from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas on April 30, 2017:

Hi Audrey - extraordinary

Dora Weithers from The Caribbean on April 30, 2017:

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

Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on April 29, 2017:

Most creative poetry and intriguing thoughts.

Jamie Lee Hamann from Reno NV on April 27, 2017:

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

Linda Crampton from British Columbia, Canada on April 26, 2017:

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

Rachel L Alba from Every Day Cooking and Baking on April 26, 2017:

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.

Audrey Howitt (author) from California on April 26, 2017:

Thank you Mary!

Mary Wickison from Brazil on April 26, 2017:

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

Wonderful imagery.

Ruby Jean Richert from Southern Illinois on April 26, 2017:

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!

Venkatachari M from Hyderabad, India on April 26, 2017:

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

Mark Tulin from Ventura, California on April 26, 2017:

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

manatita44 from london on April 26, 2017:

Exquisite and meaningful poem

Ann Carr from SW England on April 26, 2017:

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

Ann

Shyron E Shenko from Texas on April 25, 2017:

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

whonunuwho from United States on April 25, 2017:

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

FlourishAnyway from USA on April 25, 2017:

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