Bones of Contention

[twelveoone]

Once again, 1201 steals an annaswirls idea (Interact was hers and Tara's)
This time for fun.
from anna (to me)
shut up 12 How else was I supposed to say it mister man? have you ever seen a scapple pot with a pig's worth of BONES boiling in pioneer black kettle in a walk in fireplace fresh with brick oven? it's bones, man, bones

hehe I knew you were going to mention this and I put some serious thought into it. I know you are only half kidding and it makes me cringe a little too. Maybe we should have a Bones thread. Take a Bone poem and replace the bone with something else. I have done it many times since you mentioned it.

a thread bare bones, bone thread
Suggest most innovative use of bone in a poem, also

 

[twelveoone]

anna, I can't find your "bonehead poem"
I got bogged down, in reading some of your earlier work that I missed, and commenting (shame is wonderfull BTW)

What was its title?

 

[annaswirls]

anna, I can't find your "bonehead poem"
I got bogged down, in reading some of your earlier work that I missed, and commenting (shame is wonderfull BTW)

What was its title?

oh my goodness I have no idea! What was that thing anyway? Let me think about it. I am like the old woman living in a shoe with so many poems I do nont know what to do. I name them all

sam and georgia so I dont have to worry about making that mistake

okay I am up for it. I will go find another boney poemey and try to rewrite it.

I know I used marrow recently

 

[annaswirls]

bones #1

204 bones


BONEY:

204 bones
by annaswirls ©

~
individual piece of the pair
multiplied
always one

like 204 bones that lie
waiting to be reconstructed
before floating soaking sinking
into the below

I cannot find you

~


BONELESS

204

individual piece of the pair
multiplied
is still one

like 204 skeletal fragments that lie
and wait to be reconstructed
before floating soaking sinking
into the below

I cannot find you

 

[annaswirls]

found it

anna, I can't find your "bonehead poem"
I got bogged down, in reading some of your earlier work that I missed, and commenting (shame is wonderfull BTW)

What was its title?

bonehead poem


she said use it
by annaswirls ©

~

that is when she told me

use it

use what?

the memories

for what?

for poems, bonehead

But Kathy
I am so tired
of poems.

The moment they are made
into flat representations
of that beyond dimension
they begin to die

and they just keep dying
and dying.

I am so tired of poems,
sad advertisements to join the soul
in all its endless death.

~

 

[WickedEve]

I use bones often in my poetry. These may not be what you're looking for, but here's some of my Bone Poetry:


Dismantling Home

excerpt:
In a final gasp of structure,
it relinquishes ghosts.

We gather bones
and clear the lot for construction.

~

For The Old Woman

excerpt:
Reanimated bones.
Lackadaisy, less and less.
Bones, bones, brittle bones.
Talented tibias, Miss Patella.

~

Pygmalion Gone Mad

excerpt:
Now shifted, soil and stone,
he buries those slumbered--
rigid and bone.
I don bloody blonde,

~

Scream

excerpt:
bones climbed mine like ivy,
then spread beneath the table,
her oval fear elongating
into Munch's scream.

~

straight razor searching

excerpt:
while you're beneath
bone fuse and suture line,
understanding.

~

of parades paroxysm and pensiveness

excerpt:
march in crisp of winter night
to skeletons in rumba.

dance bones,
bones shake,
with fleeting sprig
of my kiss-me ache.

~

surrender

excerpt:
why must I be this curve
along your backbone, compliant
with slavish murmur,

~

Bruja Sunset

excerpt:
Pumpkin simmers
along the sagy backbone--

~

 

[Lauren Hynde]

My bones. I thought there would be more, but in my defense, I do have a hell of a lot more references to blood than to bones.


Hyperbatic
...

Through the walls, the reptilian whispers
and poison;
through the waters, the eagles with floating and fulgent bones
and the tall trees of intimate seas
below the oceans and coral islands
with lit florescence
of neon and anemones.

...

***

Posthumous bones

Posthumous bones will be these
plain words
inscribed in the desert

Posthumous bones if posthumous are
bones when
weapons rip words apart

Or sterile weapons with no battle
when words
are but bones of words

 

[PatCarrington]

1201 - are you back on "bones" again?

you just can't let it go, can you.


The Secrets of Skeletons

Your closet is crowded with more
than clothes, stuffed with spikes
and secrets, the heels and flats
of yesterday’s leather and silence,

and ivory reflections with marrow
of hollowed promises that clank
in a calendar’s wind and echo
through your bedroom when
you swing the door wide.

Dress for the day

the doorknob mutters, drape
yourself with white, the almighty
color of whispering bones
that hang and jangle from hooks
you hide behind the lacquered wood
of dreams and days that talk
in your sleep, and walk on the water
you weep.

 

[Reltne]

Words of a Mermaid

Of Words And Bones
(Words of a Texas friend; just slightly rearranged)

My words
sound
rusty
like siding
on a country chicken coop
flapping, rattling, clattering.

Solitude
walks
in the weeds
and
the sand-blowing wind
roaming the ghost town of my heart
digs up bones from the past.


(the poem should be centered)

 

[twelveoone]

1201 - are you back on "bones" again?

you just can't let it go, can you.


The Secrets of Skeletons

Your closet is crowded with more
than clothes, stuffed with spikes
and secrets, the heels and flats
of yesterday’s leather and silence,

and ivory reflections with marrow
of hollowed promises that clank
in a calendar’s wind and echo
through your bedroom when
you swing the door wide.

Dress for the day

the doorknob mutters, drape
yourself with white, the almighty
color of whispering bones
that hang and jangle from hooks
you hide behind the lacquered wood
of dreams and days that talk
in your sleep, and walk on the water
you weep.

No, but this one is damn good!

the almighty
color of whispering bones

This I like, because the insertion of "almighty" makes a rather dramatic statement out of two rather ordinary ones "white the color of bones" and "whispering bones" . I remember your work, alot of it had that skillfull blend of the familiar with the unfamiliar.IMHO one of the keys to successful phrasing, writing. A textbook case on how the insertion of one word transforms and transcends.

Lauren how come there is no white?
through the waters, the eagles with floating and fulgent bones
This is a wonderfull and dreamlike line.

I think I used bone(s) once, well as bones.
this is good, so far, they would be my # 2,3 choices.
I still am partial to anna's "bonehead"
Nobody expects anna's "bonehead" ; points for surprise, even though it is ordinary conversation and self-deprication wins friends.

Eve, I remember "Bone Poetry" - ouch, I remember my comment - double ouch
Honourable mention (for "bone" only)- triple ouch, good title, one of the few poems that needs no band-aids, but the reader does, this is from a woman that said one of mine gave her a headache. I have this one printed and hanging next to the bathroom mirror to look at as I cut myself shaving.
Now, what would be your favourites (not your own).

 

[Lauren Hynde]

Lauren how come there is no white?

Sure there is. You just have to type it.

 

[twelveoone]

What the hell is that AV? What happened to the dress?

 

[twelveoone]

the AV question was for Eve.
But since you are here, I could have sworn your blouse was a different color before, is thsi a mood blouse?"

 

[twelveoone]

the AV question was for Eve.
But since you are here, I could have sworn your blouse was a different color before, is thsi a mood blouse?"

It was blue once, a blue mood blouse, pink, I think, also.

 

[Lauren Hynde]

the AV question was for Eve.
But since you are here, I could have sworn your blouse was a different color before, is thsi a mood blouse?"

I have 5 different ones. None of them is blue, but thanks for the idea.

 

[twelveoone]

It was blue once, a blue mood blouse, pink, I think, also.

on 1/22, 1201 notes blouse is white
heh, heh, thanks Lauren

 

[WickedEve]

What the hell is that AV? What happened to the dress?

The dress is gone. And with the dress av gone, what's happening in the next av is a logical progression, don't you think?

 

[WickedEve]

or we could just call it a bone av in honor of this thread. (faux boner, though.) I have a more detailed pic. Wanna see?

 

[twelveoone]

or we could just call it a bone av in honor of this thread. (faux boner, though.) I have a more detailed pic. Wanna see?

I'd rather see the costume you wore in Wonderfuck

 

[twelveoone]

I'd rather see the costume you wore in Wonderfuck

I always wondered why you can't find phone booths anymore, where do you change now?"

 

[Lauren Hynde]

There.

 

[WickedEve]

I always wondered why you can't find phone booths anymore, where do you change now?"

Last time it was in a 7-Eleven, and I'm still trying to get the cherry slurpee out.

 

[twelveoone]

There.

Now, I can't decide which one I like best.

But, gives me an idea. I am tired of my gray AV.

 

[PatCarrington]

Your Old Bad Dreams


This much you know: they
were there when you could sleep
but now you can’t. And they follow.
Open-eyed and mouthed, alive
as lightning. They chew and flash.

Quick, before they’re gone. Run
through the fog and fetch
your old bad dreams like bones.
Bury them in a fine dog spot,
lump-free. Safe from dig and master.

There they are, darting around
a corner. They hide under trash,
scratch at spoiled meat like a pile
of mad mongrels or so many
unconquered cats. Claw them

a hole in dark dirt. Pack them
in hard with their own deep sleep
so you can spend nights without
all the teeth and chatter.

 

[Tathagata]

I'm still trying to get the cherry slurpee out.

Of What??