Lovely Bones
The wind is w i l d- and birds chirp and my hair blows,
as I walk the long twisted path to their tombs.
Oh, I have made this journey a thousand times,
and now- I stand above the lovely bones of those I love;
I touch each e n g r a v e d name beneath the moss ...
Oh, why do I want to D I G up all these lovely bones ?
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May 04, 2023
Poetry/Free Verse/lovely bones
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1544-888-04
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Bite Size Poems, No. 63
sponsor, Line Gauthier, Judged 05/13/2023
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