bones

[Dr. Deborah Hall]

Marty,

your bones

is utterly original

both in meaning and in form

I have a personal and powerful experience

as I interact within it

I ponder and ponder

whether the bones never miss

as in never fail to experience

the glint of golden tempests...

or never miss them

as in never grieve that they are gone

I decide it is both

this causes my glass bones to wish

they would never die

and could always see

the glint of golden tempests

(God can you ever write)

I embrace the sun

setting as we speak

outside my window

with newfound love

thank you

[Marty Shambles]

Thanks. I really needed this pick-me-up today.

[Bon Cao]

WHAAAATTTTT???? You did the poem on Itch.io??? SO FREAKING COOL!!!!!!!

[Marty Shambles]

Thanks! Yeah I made that one in Twine.

[Louise Schmelzer]

We never realize how old we are until we try to explain television snow to someone too young to have experienced it.

[Writer Pilgrim by So Elite]

And why is the poem not here? I could not read it on those links.

[Marty Shambles]

I don’t know. They worked for me. What did your screen look like?

[Writer Pilgrim by So Elite]

One showed some arrows in a box and the second I cannot remember. Not to worry.