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Playing Your Bones: Three Versions of One Poem

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I often scroll through Pinterest for inspiration while working on my poetry. During one search for new ideas, the above image caught my attention immediately, and the phrase “play your bones like a xylophone” popped into my head. Determined to use it in a poem, I tried it out in a quick senryu: Senryu 55 tonight I will dream about playing your bones like a xylophone I liked it, but it felt a little incomplete. I decided to try it in an elfchen next. Bone Xylophone I’m dreaming about playing your bones like a xylophone tonight feverishly I liked this version better, but since I was having fun experimenting, I wrote a third poem in the form of a triolet. Playing your bones tonight I’m dreaming about playing your bones like a xylophone your vertebrae jingling tonight I’m dreaming diabolically scheming carving your tombstone tonight I’m dreaming about playing your bones like a xylophone So far this version is my favorite, but I’m curious to see how many more I can come up with using …

Rites

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Flowers on the alter Satin for your skin Water sprinkled from above Flowers in your hair Satin for your skin Wafer from above Flowers in your hands Satin for your skin Vows before above Flowers on your bedside Satin for your skin Prayers to above Flowers for your palms Satin for your skin Dirt sprinkled from above

delicate decay – L. Stevens

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Originally posted on FREE VERSE REVOLUTION:
slept too long, mushrooms bloomed a delicate decay beetles danced in the gloom slept too long, mushrooms bloomed the celebration will be over soon faded with the light of day slept too long, mushrooms bloomed a delicate decay ? L. Stevens is an intj who loves learning about everything and filing it away for later. She finished second in little infinite’s first haiku contest and her poetry been featured by Pack Poetry and Free Verse Revolution. She writes short stories and poetry about the moon, darkness, and anything else lurking in the deep abyss of her imagination. Occasionally, rays of light shine through her work to contrast the shadows.