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I feel more like a skeleton when I crack my jaw at night. I can see in my head a white skull Cracking his jaw as well. Then he'll stare back at me, And we'll both wonder. I feel more like a skeleton when I sway my hips on my way around The block every afternoon. I can see the x-ray image of hip bones Thigh bones, pelvic bones grinding together As they shimmy down the street. I feel more like a skeleton when I'm in the grocery store Reaching up to the top shelf. I can see that skeleton straining, Stretching out to his very limits Pale bones dull in the florescent lighting. |
I'm new to Elite Skills, so I don't know if Ive read, or posted anything on yours before, so here goes. You have an unusual ability to see into your body/skeleton such as I never had. Your write is thought provoking and interesting. Also, you have a natural non-formal rhythm which one has to become used to get the swing of it. My advice is to always aim at improving your rhythm, which is a necessity for poetry. Rhyming does not, on its own, a poem make, but rhythm does! Ted.| Posted on 2009-03-20 00:00:00 | by edcherry | [ Reply to This ] | |