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“Old Bones” – Promote Yourself


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I drag about resounding, clanging

Time has worn me down, as I creep about the cemetery

I see the dead in all their dullness

Dry, barren, arid from decay

 

Eye sockets like sunken craters

Darkness fills my orbits and cavities

I smile, the smile of death and silence

What was once alive is now retired

 

On a bed of worms and soil I lay

Nothing to feel, nothing to see, nothing to hear, nothing to taste

Oblivion calls me forth but here I lay

Old bones unable to act upon the signal

 

The graveyard beckons me stay a while longer

The gravedigger watches over me with diligence

The mist upon the graves glimmers at dusk

As we hibernate awaiting the call of the night

 

And upon the midnight I will arise

To drag and clang about the graveyard site

Stirring others to my call

My old bones creaking and groaning all the while

Dara Reidyr

http://daraswriting.wordpress.com/

 

 

About poetreecreations

I am an author writer publisher web administrator I run poetry workshops in the community. My published Manners childrens poetry book can be found at www.waterstones.com

2 responses

  1. Ohhhh! Very atmospheric and spooky.

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  2. I loved this. It reminded me of how I always love wandering through old cemeteries–the most peaceful and reflective places in the world.

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