At Roll Call
We are all here.
Familiar haints in familiar haunts,
iterating as best we can in
this human form and showing
our chains as jewelry.
“I picked this one up in college.
That there is an heirloom –
I’ll never let it go.”
Materialistic materialization
shimmering in and out and
rattling our bones together
to make a new song every time.
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Yes to all of this. This poem is precise and evokes a sense of presence coupled with glimpses of the past. My favorite lines:
“Materialistic materialization
shimmering in and out and
rattling our bones together
to make a new song every time. ”
Yes to the bones and their songs. What a great write!
Sweet music from these rattling old bones. Love it.
Lovely imagery. I’ll be thinking about this message for some time.
We are all here / to make a new song every time
Materialistic materialization
shimmering in and out and
rattling our bones together
NICE!!! What a well-crafted poem.
Lovvvve the idea of rattling bones becoming song! Very nice. Thank you for sharing! 😊
The idea of us all showing up at ‘roll call’ carrying our chains as jewelry and rattling our bones to make a new song is such a fun scenario played in my head.
I really responded to the movement of “materialistic materialization” to using “our bones together/to make a new song every time.”
Our chains as jewelry. Oof. We’re dragging along as best we can and thank you for taking roll and making a racket with your words.