NaPoWriMo Poetry Prompt #20: Day 20

Same list as yesterday

a matter of perception

This list of words was taken from a poem that may be found here:

We are two-thirds of the way to the finish line.

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2 Responses to NaPoWriMo Poetry Prompt #20: Day 20

  1. annell4 says:

    The Bone Collector’s Labyrinth
    You collect the bones
    Rocking you hold them in your lap
    As you would a small child
    Show how each is bent
    With you fingers you trace
    The perfect curve
    Sometimes you crush the bones
    Into fine sand
    Into dust
    Dust with a name
    Dust that is insane

    Use the dust to make a path
    Place the bones one bye one
    Outside the door
    The Minotaur turns and roars
    Caught in the labyrinth
    A bewildering state of affairs
    No answers found
    Only bones and memories
    Names whispered
    Under your breath
    Drawn into the sand
    Dust with a name
    Dust that is insane

    Note: I am in Houston, and my friend, Jo Zider is building a labyrinth using bones she has created in honor of those who have been abused. She showed me her bones, and told me about her project.


    • 1sojournal says:

      Sorry Annell, for being so late. Very sick today and spent most of my time in bed. Your poem reminds me of the legend of the Bone Woman, who collected bones, sang over them, and brought them back to life. I wrote a poem about her and its posted on my soul’s music site. Your poem has a similar feel about it and I like how you explained where it came from. I like the idea of building a place, providing a space for the healing of old wounds and memories. It is just as important to heal the memories as it is to heal the physical being. I applaud your friend’s endeavor.



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