Recycled Bones
Monday, May 29th, 2006
My poems,
extensions of your own,
may not seem directly related,
in which they are shown.
Bone fragments recycled,
rearranged, and sold.
Inspired through life,
old words retold.
Rolled into one,
none are without tales,
of you and I, and
the birds and the whales.
Sails of the pen,
through ink at hand,
expands to blank sheets
and reheats used sand
Hi Travis, I am curious and have been wracking my brain wondering what the reheated sand alludes to?
I love the optimism that flows out of your poems, while mine are more dark and pessimistic.
Glen: This whole poem is about how we recycle words, rearrange them, and how they are all inspired from other sources, how they are all connected, put into place, thier uniqueness, yet part of one whole. “reheats used sand” was a metaphor for “reusing words that have been used before”… same with “Recycled Bones”
Bert: Thank you. I write about whatever is on my mind at the time, or whatever I am feeling at the time. Sometimes optimistic, sometimes not.
It’s like the world around is a beach and all we do is to take a handful of the sand and call it our world. Everything else is filtered out, everything that occupies and attacks our senses. The little trickle is made our own. Yet, that part that seeped through is also part of the whole.
The last lines of this piece invoked a wonderful image of a boat freely floating around this vast sea. Such a sight invokes a feeling of freedom, which is comparable to producing a poem.
((I hope this made sense. I have to apologize in advance. Migraine attack today.))
I loved the imagery in the last verse of a vast inky sea with the soul floating..the entire idea of recycled words is intriguing and so very true!
thank you for this.
Thank you pincusion. I’m glad you were able to relate. :)
Cecilia, good insight. I can always appreciate a persons realization that everything is part of one whole.