Daily Archives: May 7, 2012

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It is of old bones. It’s an exhibit in the National Museum of Scotland in their ‘prehistoric’ section.

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Wrapped in a ball:
weary bones.
Mixed with others,
how did that happen? Sigh.
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My body feels like a pile of bones. 
Old bones. New bones.
Bones that have met with a saw. 
Petrified bones, weathered bones.
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There’s a Super Moon,
barometer’s changing.
Damp weather to dry weather.
What’s the difference. 
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Youth can roll themselves into a
graceful pile of bones.
Aged…if they can get there,
there is no straightening without help !
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Go with the flow,
do what you need to
for yourself.
Life is short.  Live well.
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Comfort, hiding, fetal position.
Each has a need to be there
some days.
Wrapped in a ball.
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for 100WCGU

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It was a clear night,
the deep cobalt of the sky
gave a chance to see
the winking stars align,
dotting the sky with v i b r a t i n g light.
The hook of each dipper was clearly seen.
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The contrast
of the night sky and the stars
with an  emerging super moon
would look elegant
tomorrow morning
 when the presses
would grind to a halt,
with the print of the photo
on page one.

wordle 55 by brenda w  This week’s words were lifted from the pages of my daughter’s Teen Vogue magazine.

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