Midnights Voice

Rookie - 858 Points (November 3,1950 / Selma, Alabama)

Lay My Bones


... where do I lay
Where do I leave my bones,
for all the animals of prey?

Do you remember the winter of 1983?
When thunder storms at 20° below?
Lightning turned green,
so cold it could not snow.

Maybe on a mountain top
Overlooking my favorite lake
Where coyotes could howl
as soon as the full moon does break.

Oh! The fireworks display
July fourth,1976; the nation was
200 years old, clouds and mist filled the sky
As bombs burst there in the air.

Maybe behind a texas tumbleweed,
that's always roving on the go.
As to only which way
The wind does blow.

My first wife was a Buddhist.
We were married by a monk
In orange and gold and yellows.
The sacred wine we drunk.

I won't leave them there
by the dunes of the sea.
Even though the haunting waves crashing
Still are calling me.

Perhaps I could fall from the mountains
Into the river below
Be swept away into a new beginning
As does the river flow.

Submitted: Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, June 12, 2013

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  • Rookie - 2 Points Louis Cecile (8/1/2013 6:14:00 AM)

    It is almost like the poem is going in reverse then forwards to the future in the end. A wonderful descriptive style of poetry you have to make the reader picture the scene. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 111 Points Kelvin Owusu (6/22/2013 5:07:00 AM)

    deep, the thought about death, what is needed to be done before or wishes after, an nice poem (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 2,584 Points Patricia Grantham (6/19/2013 1:07:00 PM)

    I enjoyed this read very much Thomas. There are
    quite a few ways to lay your bones. I remember a
    song long time ago that we used to sing as children.
    When i die don't bury me hang my bones on a cherry
    tree. I wonder if we realized the immensity of that song. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 2,719 Points Diane Hine (6/18/2013 8:12:00 AM)

    I like the idea of a sky burial. Doesn't make a scrap of difference of course but it's nice to think of a rapid recycling. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 12 Points Farah Ilyas (6/17/2013 7:04:00 AM)

    Very pathetic & poignant poem.lay ur bones here in PH, quite safer place to do so... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 93 Points Payal Parande (6/15/2013 3:31:00 AM)

    Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.
    George Eliot

    i didn't felt like i was reading it
    it felt like i was living it..the one who can give life to words is the true writer.....bravo sir (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,782 Points Kevin Patrick (6/13/2013 10:12:00 PM)

    It wont matter cause eventually bones turn to dust, Im going for cremation, its quicker and gets the job done faster. Pretty morbid write, but deeply touching, its almost as if you were sitting down with a beer in your hand during an intermission of a football game and started to think then put it to pen and paper and then brought it up hear. Love the way your mind works. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 44 Points Pops Wynn (6/13/2013 6:44:00 AM)

    It's kind of like watching Lonesome Dove, love that show, they just plug you in where ever you drop. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 245 Points David Wood (6/13/2013 5:02:00 AM)

    Lay your bones next to your hearts desire and spend eternity together. Lovely poem. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 574 Points Shahzia Batool (6/12/2013 1:01:00 PM)

    why is the poem wearing dark colors? though the composition is balanced, as every new stanza is governed by a thought or a question...can this New Beginning in the end be taken as the bright side? hope all is well! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 936 Points Unwritten Soul (6/12/2013 12:38:00 PM)

    Lay your bone around your flesh, place your soul inside your heart, let life live with full sight...and the memo you have written carved a past days you had and its good to travel back time of yours with us and share all the things you keep, your own journey...lovely write! _Soul (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 384 Points Sara Fielder (6/12/2013 12:02:00 PM)

    Sadly, it probably won't matter a hundred years from now where we decided to lay our bones but it we are lucky, our poetry will live on in the hearts of those who follow after us. These words will be part of that memorial. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 649 Points Paul Brookes (6/12/2013 3:12:00 AM)

    This poem has so many levels and yet is written with such simplicity. Indeed where to lay your bones or not. Great poem 10/10 BB: O) (Report) Reply

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