In the bone night



When night falls for the bones,
Nothing comes from the dark,
Nothing goes into the light
and the marrow burns on its own.

The tunnel bends 
to its own demise 
and turns in its cold sack
as the sun dies 
and the skies close down
their colors.

They drown us in the hues of
someone else's nightmares while
our own forgotten dreams
lie down in the grass and

all we can do is lie down
with them and smell it coming 
like we smell our own sweat 
and wait for the rain to wash it all away.

From the darkness, from 
the depths, a crystalline air 
vibrates our structured souls 
until they shatter into light

while the bones beat and rattle 
within us, playing 
us like a single drum.






25 thoughts on “In the bone night

  1. They drown us in the hues of
    someone else’s nightmares … love this imagery and I like how you brought the us into one. Very emotive as Clawfish said.

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  2. absolutely beautiful; I’m gonna come back to this because it seeped down into the grass and I’m going to have to wait until it is sunny before I get the lawnmower out – you do come out with some gems

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  3. My bones (marrow burning) have been flailing around in that cold sack of a tunnel for some days now. The remaining shards shun the hues of others’ nightmares while rattling, dreamless, for the rain. This one’s going up on my wall. Thanks!

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  4. This reminds me of Louise Erdrich’s novel The Painted Drum where she suggests how a drum that has been passed along to a young woman has the bones of an ancestor who died by being consumed by starving wolves. The bones were collected in the drum, so the instrument pulses with the departed . . . and one woman hears it generations later.

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    • Great that you had such strong associations with this J. that last stanza almost didn’t make it in time for posting, last minute, but it felt like this needed some kind of closure of the “loop”, that tunnel…

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  5. love how you connect the ending to the beginning – from bones to bones, the essence of it all.
    the ‘burning marrow’ – breathtaking… the final stanza – superb. as always, a pleasure to get a peek into your brilliant mind.

    … “and the skies close down their colors”
    delicious.

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  6. “When night falls for the bones” — that first line sets the whole tone, and I got excited to read the rest. Hard to do, to invoke that kind of emotion from the onset, but you delivered to the end with tremendous imagery and atmosphere. Glad to have found your work.

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  7. What shook the darkness
    and replaced it with light
    the noise of bones clatter,
    or the distant light
    that which emanated from your dream
    moving nightmares aside
    something comes from darkness
    other than a shivering sight
    Yes..its bright
    Its right
    Its light :))

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