the great unhearing
the bone and stone cut off from light
from any sense of each other
open bones whistle under ground
converting whispers into stone
the bones can never sing a song
the stones will ever learn to hold
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Nice. There’s a lot here just under the surface. Thanks.
Love it !
It hints of an ancient conversation.
We are flying in the same pod.
Line from a poem I was working on yesterday,” What is the difference between bone and wood, and what of stone. ?”
Bone & wood & stone. Ah!
all the elements as perceived by all the senses ultimately cut off from one another
I love every word of this.
Beautiful!
Love the topic, images, the poem.
I love this one. I’m going to say it’s “haunting,” but really am not trying to make a pun!