intone the words
of bone
alone, do not
condone
the reality
of stone
fall from a groan
onto the throne
commission the fallacy
intern the crone
dying sun shone
down on the ghouls
drinking the methadone
the color was roan, postpone
shiver shimmy shake
and phone for temerity
and testosterone
brevity astounds you
inside the cyclone
moan for the chaperone
disown the prophets
of all our loans
it’s grown
we hone our blades
windblown
in the zone
rise and dethrone
the deafening drone, intone
intone the words of bone
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Wonderful!
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Thanks so much Aurora 🙏 ❤
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“intone the words of bone” may inspire something. It’s percolating…
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Cool!! I would be very happy to be a source of inspiration 🙏
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It would not be the first time. Your wordsmithing is fantabulous
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Thank you dear friend 🙏
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You are welcome.😉
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Your style of rhyme and free verse writing is something that I respect of you.
Gosh! you find ways of creating such different tones of poetic style and always takes the reader to another challenge of what poetry is and should always be. Love it my friend. 🙂
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Thank you so much. You are too kind. Bless you my friend 🙏
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Gorgeously written
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Thank you Candice 🙏❤
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Wow! I don’t know why i think this but is there a nod to societies (all genders) complacency to living in a patriarchal world. I say that because of the mention of the crane. Polished, gritty and engaging.
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yes it absolutely does, and is about what will it take for women to finally get a fair shake?!! Us boys are breaking everything!
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Well.. go me! My Instincts served me well this time. A master piece 👌
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absolutely!!! heh 😉
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thank you so much my friend!!
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🤗
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