This one is for the bones

This one is for the bones

A Poem by J.L Hunter

 Sitting here on the bones


Hollow eyes blankly stare



Though mindless they seem to be



Their restless thoughts fill the air.



 


Lying here amongst the bones


I hear the chatter, and a clattering


Though in here I'm all alone


I believe I am more or less


Though I hear at least


The pitter pattering of little feet


Echo behind the walls of darkness


 


I think it may perhaps be the bones


Speaking subtle languages


 Silent whispering


Muffled sounds through covered bandages.


Helpless cries of mumbled torment pleading…


 

 But they are only bones


Staring with hollow eyes


Inside...


 Worms and maggots writhe


That clatter, pitter patter tiny skeletal feet


Into the night.


           J.L Hunter


                                    (This one is for the bones)

© 2014 J.L Hunter


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This is rather beautifully deep, and to me almost "an out of a body experiment" or experience. You hear every single little sound, as you are the wind, around you, and try to give it a place, this is greatly written, and had me hooked from beginning til the end... fantastic J.L. A hundred for for the bones ;-) from me... you get.

- Elisa

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I love vivid yet dark poetry. Great job with the effective imagery.

Posted 10 Years Ago


I like this a lot. The imagery is amazing. Great job!

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

J.L Hunter

10 Years Ago

Thank you. That's what I was going for :)
This is rather beautifully deep, and to me almost "an out of a body experiment" or experience. You hear every single little sound, as you are the wind, around you, and try to give it a place, this is greatly written, and had me hooked from beginning til the end... fantastic J.L. A hundred for for the bones ;-) from me... you get.

- Elisa

Posted 10 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

A dream-like (or maybe nightmarish) work. I felt a sense of uselessness, resigned hopelessness.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is an extraordinary piece of art! I love the esthetic dimension. Your creative use of language with stunning, vivid imagery heightened the echoes of these scary images and sounds. I could hear the muffled tormented cries, the clattering, the pitter patter. The way you layered the ideas through repetition, slowly increasing the intensity kept me captivated and left me wanting more. It was eerily enchanting and psychologically compelling in a dark, sinister, want to look away but can't sort of way. I loved it:)

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Although this is a haunting poem, I give you credit for making it a thrilling read as well!
I really enjoyed reading this. :)
Clearly, you know how to captivate the reader. Kudos, Joshua!

"But they are only bones

Staring with hollow eyes

Inside...

Worms and maggots writhe

That clatter, pitter patter tiny skeletal feet

Into the night."


Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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J.L Hunter
J.L Hunter

Pensacola, FL



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