Borrowed BonesA Poem by saratogapartyAnd then you have a town with all these Realized people searching for their Roots, telling you, “You need your roots, Man. Everyone needs their roots. It’s the origins Of their marrow their, flesh, their Identity.”
And you tell them, “It doesn’t matter where you come From. With or without roots, you still have to grow.” And they tell you “You’ll grow crooked without the roots To keep the backbone Straight.
But they don’t understand that crooked is more than Gone. But maybe not understanding keeps their spine straight Enough. I envied spines that stood up straight because I never had the Self-discipline to do so.
But I learned in life that having two metal rods in a spine Sure gives you something to talk about when conversation is Thirsty. You feel it in your beaten chiseled (borrowed) bones With roots in expired bodies.
Forever connected with the sky, feeling the rain coming As if there were just a string connected to tin cans and the rain is Whispering secrets even the weatherman can’t Decipher. © 2013 saratogapartyReviews
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7 Reviews Added on February 6, 2013 Last Updated on February 6, 2013 Tags: spinal fusion surgery, scoliosis, poetry, writing AuthorsaratogapartyLos Angeles, CAAboutCreative Writing Major Meet Sara: A Reading of "Borrowed Bones" more..Writing
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