Monday, March 2, 2009

Bones



White as innocence

Like a stubborn snow that never melts,

Or wrapped in flesh like a gift--

An eternal soul in dreaming sanctuary.

Bones that bend as we breathe,

Bones that even the fire leaves.

Bones that ache,

Bones that curled under your kiss.

Bones that held my soft-bloomed love as if they were an etched-glass vase,

Bones that disappeared altogether when you leant over me like a She-God and dissolved my fragile fingerhold on my own heartbeat.

Bones, all that's left,

Calcined and catching the light of a receding moon named Caroline.

_________

15 comments:

steveroni said...

I, I, I, I, "Well, isn't it all about me?" -BIG GRIN!

OK. I like poetry which has meaning.
I like poetry which is about Love.
I like poetry that I can understand.
I like beautiful.
I like "short".

I like your stuff, and read this one three times. Thanks, Shay!
Steve E.

Jannie Funster said...

No, Steveroni - it's about ME!!! ;)

Bones... buried deep beneath the snow? With nowhere else to go?

... Paige said...

catching the light of a receding moon named Caroline...

Nice

Fireblossom said...

Steve, I'm glad you liked it. That's me, simple and short. ;-)

Hey Miss Bones. I step aside for the authority on these matters!

Thanks, Paige! Nice to see you back! :-)

Mama Zen said...

"And dissolved my fragile fingerhold on my own heartbeat." Ah, that's gorgeous, Shay!

And, clearly about me!

Fireblossom said...

Thanks, Mama Zen! You always seem to pick out the lines I liked best myself. As for being about you, oh brother. Write about a gal once, and the next thing she wants another one LOL.

Kristin H. said...

I second what Steve said.

Fireblossom said...

Hi Kristin. Thanks, sugar pea.

Riot Kitty said...

Beautiful as always...

Pradeep Bhatt said...

'on dusty bones what lovers waste are their breath'
very simple but yet so very expressive. nice a road to take sometimes.. :)
tc have a nice day, god bless

Pouty Lips said...

No, Fireblossom, you are neither simple, nor short, and the poem is about me with the bones that ache.

My favorite lines are:
"Bones that held my soft-bloomed love as if they were an etched-glass vase, Bones that disappeared altogether when you leant over me like a She-God and dissolved my fragile fingerhold on my own heartbeat."

*the clapper is clapping*

Shadow said...

the wonders of love transferred to words, beautifully!

Fireblossom said...

Thanks you as always, RK!

Simple, that's me, Pradeep. I probably need a keeper.

oOo clap on! Clap off! LOL. Well, Pouty, I maintain that I AM just a simple washerwoman, but you're right, i am not short...I'm 5-11. The etched-glass vase was my second favorite bit, and the fingerhold my favorite, though i feared the "She-God" bit was a little over the top. Still, that's how it seemed to me in the moment. And, I am cracking up at everyone saying "it's about MEEEE." Such a humble group, my readers! :-)

Thank you, Shadow! That means a lot, coming from such a poet as yourself. :-)

Scarlet said...

Inspired by love...it's beautiful!

The image, too. I love it!

T said...

Aw, this one is BEAUTIFUL!!!