MORNING BONES

MORNING BONES

This bed,

This deep deep lake

Dredge my bones from 

The murky depths

Where’s my head?

The diver reaches out

Through dark silted water

Finds something akin

To its former form

Assembles it on the edge

This is the way it would have been

The experts agree and walk away nonchalantly 

They’ve seen it again and again

This is nothing new they say

He’s done it before, he’ll probably do it again.

The commissioner of these affairs

Thinks a major decision has to be made

But in the quiet of night 

No light or reason

Can stop the unfathomable from occurring

He’s done it before and he’ll do it again,

Shadows playing late into the night and 

The shell left in the morning light. 

Reviews

[Jessica Lynn Polley]

This poem says a lot to me. Like each one of lifes trials takes a little piece until you are but a shell of what you once where...to me the night time in this poem is like the facade we all show...and once you become a little to broken the sun rises and exposes you to everyone, and then everyone who is supposed to care says its just a phase or they will get over it...because it is easier to ignore than to endure someones pain. I have a poem similar to this one called God forgive the grey. I love you use of metaphors they are witty and well placed. I hope I have grasped the message you were trying to convey...because it comes out very powerful to me. You are very talented. Great write.

[Joshua]

Thanks for commenting Jessica, I do try and allow my poems to speak the way they want to different people. It was meaning something different to me at the time but I love your interpretation.