Dry Bones

Thanks to Wilmy van Ulft @studiofabelhaft for making this photo available freely on Unsplash https://unsplash.com/photos/63cQ4PXmWlU

Today the challenge was to write a poem that stretches my comfort zone with line breaks. That could be a poem with very long lines, or very short lines. Or a poem that blends the two. Who knows what that might look like? Maybe breaking apart lines to emphasize (or de-emphasize) sounds or rhymes, or creating a moment of hesitation in the middle of a thought. I read several poems and here is what I came up with.


Dry Bones

She loved

near the edge of the world
with gusto
if not lunacy.
she chose unity
with herself.

She lost her vision
from living in the darkness—
the rose colored glasses
foggy from flashes
of light.

A ray of hope
in no man’s land
she teetered on the edge
of the cliff. The sedge
a sign

of her dry bones.
the moon rose
unbidden,
nearly hidden
by love.

She loved
wild and reckless—
in the light
no danger of flight—
I think.

—A Draft by Carla Jeanne Picklo Jordan

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