Creak of Bones

stains cascade
in flood
form,

stillness coats the farmland
tilled and pregnant,

dirty dark roads
nap under

summer’s
bake,

all that sweat
and paint,

scrapin’ flakes of
flower prints
from

kitchen walls,

won’t winter ever
blow through?

stand tall..

joints and achy
bones of
home

creaking
through it all.

Grumpy Gorman
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image at – https://fineartamerica.com/art/paintings/rundown+house

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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