Another poem on Ripple Poetry blog, soon to have some guest poets.
Do bones want to smile
Once the flesh is gone to become
One with the earth?
Do hands want to touch
The freed soul that flies from bones
One with the heavens?
Beauty’s canvas dies
The paint covers abstractions
Becomes impressions.
Impressions of life
Like a lost butterfly’s wing
Fade in artist’s memory
Bones can bring tears
When families’ searches are over
Now peace can be found
Hands cannot reach out
To pull them from fate
One with heavens?
Beauty is unravelled
In agonies of the lost
Truth is found clear
Still waters invite
Midnight runners to find their visions
In a moth’s night touch.
(c) June Perkins
For some background: see
Mona Lisa’s Bones
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