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Garden of the Gods

Garden of the Gods, at Colorado Springs, Colorado. And the opening lines to a poem, written just tonight...


Bone to Bone, Pt 1

by g d tошиѕнеиdе (Copyright © 2011)

What are these voices that float through my head

Like soured plum visions in a dead Christmas bed?

They call from afar through a veil dark in hue,

As if trapped in a jar. —Can you hear them, too?


They call out and whisper, each speaking my name,

Revealing their lines, saying, "No! Not a game!

"What we say isn't fancy; nor is it yours alone;

"Our words you must share them, you must share bone to bone."


I'm not satisfied with the second line.

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Taken on January 2, 2011