Creak of Bones

stains cascade
in flood

stillness coats the farmland
tilled and pregnant,

dirty dark roads
nap under


all that sweat
and paint,

scrapin’ flakes of
flower prints

kitchen walls,

won’t winter ever
blow through?

stand tall..

joints and achy
bones of

through it all.

Grumpy Gorman

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2 thoughts on “Creak of Bones

  1. Wow, GG! This is such a vivid poem. I always admire your poetic abilities and each transition you bring from sentence to sentence and through your wordplay. This is mesmerizing.

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