Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone
Medulla
By Gianluca D’Elia
We are the same flesh
We are the same bones
We are all the same material
We bleed the same blood
As ancestors of 10,000 years ago
The spirit is alive
Dark and enchanting, hosting in humans to survive
And just knowing makes my spine tingle
And my foot taps to life’s rhythm
I dance through life
It doesn’t scare me to know I’ll die
Everyone does it
It’s part of the cycle
And later this century
In the very end
Aren’t we all reduced to a pile of bones?
Gianluca’s poem Forbidden appeared at vox poetica as part of Contributor Series 6: A Currency of Words in September.
Wow! I especially like this part, “And just knowing makes my spine tingle/
And my foot taps to life’s rhythm” — terrific!
How true!
A very realistic look at our life.
Isn’t everything part of a cycle? I was thinking about it and I wasn’t feeling like writing something depressive or anything about rotting corpses as I origanally thought of. I had this drastic change of energy..
thank you all
integrity love and unity