today I am a bird with bones made out of air tomorrow I will be a bull with bones of stone and the day after that I will buy my bones in the market and make soup
A Prayer Like Gravity
Mundus vult decipi
today I am a bird with bones made out of air tomorrow I will be a bull with bones of stone and the day after that I will buy my bones in the market and make soup
A Prayer Like Gravity 
I don’t know why, but I absolutely love this one. Maybe it’s the reference to soup, which always adds a hint of irony to a serious poem. No one can be completely serious about soup.
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Around here (two chefs, the wife and I) soup is a serious business. 😉
Thank you–
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witty I like 🙂
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Thanks mums…everyone seems to think this is funnier than I do…hmmm
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Tired Panda has no clever words, but likes this very much 🙂
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Wakened Crab has no need for clever, likes honest very much.
Thank you–
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Hmmm. This is funny? I found it ephemeral, then earthy, and then nourishing. Beautiful poem.
Perhaps it is because we take our soup seriously here–a foodie and a guy who thinks he can cook, who owns no palate. Deadly mix.
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Deadly mix indeed. Hopefully he takes constructive criticism well 🙂
I’ll be honest, sometimes I write things and then have to figure out what they’re about. This is one of those times. There are a lot of resonances in my head about this one…”bone” is currently on the “Word Wild Weft” list.
Thank you–
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LOL, he does not, but I love him anyway–just chase him out of the kitchen. I love writing about bones/using them as metaphor, etc. Something so basic, so essential there.
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whoa. Mr. Crabcakes, this is brilliant. Wind, Earth, Fire and Water – all in there… garnished with a pinch of Life and Death. Very strong work!
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Gosh *blush* thank you miriam!
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i hope you don’t mind, but i want to add you to my ‘brilliant blogs’ section. your work is superb.
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Super-Gosh *Super-Blush* Thanks!
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Just made my day.
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awh, glad i could help to brighten 🙂
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Fine piece of work, thought -provoking certainly.
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Thank you kindly–
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Found you through Miriam E. I loved this poem. I didn’t think it was *funny,* but it was warm and filling… like a good soup!
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Ah thank you–I think that is kind of what this poem has come to be about for me. Finding nourishment in the bones of the past…past selves. Funny it often takes me some time to say what a poem is about for me. Years sometimes.
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I like the look of all those short words, and the sound of it, and the thought of it. The shortness of it makes me think freely. Thanks for sharing this poem 🙂
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Thank you–it does seem to have a kind of open-ended quality to it that I like as well.
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