Bones of Contention

[DeepAsleep]

From Melancholera

Half-forgotten memories of a merry
face half-obscured by sheets
blown in the wind,
all
half-remembered
over a cup
of coffee,
shared across a table;
endless overlook of
separations which echo
up and down
hollow bones.

IV.
Birdboned
and
Flightless.
~~~~
(from later in the poem)

VI.
On these pale
days,
peering back with
the bones of old
memories tack-
tacking against
each other
to the tune of,
"should've been,"
it's easy to overlook
the disguising
inconsistency of
falsely uncertain
understanding.



My least well received long poem. I've been beating it into submission, because I feel like it should be good, but also that it is not. I'll edit it into something decent, one day, or die trying.

~D.A.
My bets are on dying, first.