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I cover my bones with rag and sheet.

I hum in waiting for the pain to glow

Because I am not as I have been.

Heart felt murmurs aid my sleep.

Anxious winds howl, wrack, and blow.

So, I cover my bones with rag and sheet.

 

My veins flourish, blood drizzles, weeps.

All that mass and one mind in tow

Because I am not as I have been.

 

Through snow, then sun rays, solitude I keep

Swatches of flickering light show.

Still I cover my bones with rag and sheet.

 

Some gentle flutter, and my breastbone leaps.

I shudder heaving out of darkness long and slow

Because I am not as I have been.

 

Beauty blinds as winging tendrils creep.

I am glittering temptations no one should behold.

Forever, I cover my bones with rag and sheet

Because I am not as I have been.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Poem is powerful . I can feel some hidden story not being told. I like the feel and and the repeat of the line "Because I am not as I have been. A excellent poem.