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Bare bones

Posted by Louise178 on December 2, 2010 - 11:38
from the ABC set Poems

The bare bones of cold life
wooden table dining chairs
comfy sofa
blank tv screen
deathly silence
of solitary living.

The bare bones of cold wind
as snow falls again
pushed here and there
by winter air
a cruel season
from a plastic window.

The bare bones of cold thoughts
have no reasoning
compassion is lost
no warmth or gentleness
just strange bleak
cold morbidity.

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Comments

insertponceyfre... | December 2, 2010 - 18:32

another beautifully written slice of a very bleak life - it made me shiver

Louise178 | December 2, 2010 - 18:57

Thanks for the cherry :) sorry it made you shiver !
It's meant to be a play on words aswell, as there aren't many words - a poem stripped to the bone.

TREVOR MAYTUM | December 2, 2010 - 19:14

I love this, Louise, bleak imagery. I felt it too.

trev

sue dinum | December 2, 2010 - 19:28

Nice work, Louise. I really liked it. Cherries well-deserved.

sue

Louise178 | December 2, 2010 - 19:37

Thanks trev, just looked at your latest, love the way you have set it out, it's cool isn't it, it's my sort of thing :) thanks Sue thought you both should've got cherries really, but it's not up to me :(

JoseHdz | December 2, 2010 - 22:47

well done.

salud..

Louise178 | December 3, 2010 - 13:58

Thanks Jose.

fatboy74 | December 13, 2010 - 02:24

'no warmth or gentleness
just strange bleak
cold morbidity.'

Oddly beautiful. :-)

Louise178 | December 13, 2010 - 08:57

Like me slightly odd ! :)