Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone
Resurrection
By Joanna S Lee
I dig myself into the hollows
of your cheeks, brush the grit from lashes
tangling your two eyes into glossy caverns
with ripples troubling just behind the iris; tokens
of a time that will wash clean the maleficence from
memory like a summer storm
over chalked sidewalks, streaks of milky-
white might-have-beens turned to dust
by the side of the road, pounded
into a new rhythm of hips and drums and
awakening chaos in cold bones, rattling the rib
cage of this beating heart.
Joanna’s poetry has appeared at vox poetica’s prompts page.
Quite the anatomy.
Great imagery, very visual.
seems to be a recurring theme with me, for some reason… 😉
thanks Karen :0)
I just listened to your interview with Annmarie and found out that you live in Richmond. Another VA poet! I live in Culpeper County.