Bones In The Field [E] A short poem about the impossibility of moving on and how that leads to one's death. |
Greetings and welcome to writing.com! Phew. This is one of those poems that leaves me with goosebumps. I wondered at first if it was literally about a dead body in the field, but by the end it becomes obvious that we’re seeing the death of one’s soul by lack of love, a form of starvation you could almost say. The imagery is concrete and vivid, reminding us of the Valley of Dry Bones, which did eventually get resurrected, but here we see hopelessness rather than the promise of new life. Love bounces blankly off the surface of the field and is reflected in the decay of the bones and lack of affect from whoever is being addressed. I suggest you should try entering this in a couple of my favorite contests around here, "First and Second Chance Poetry Contest" and "Shadows and Light Poetry Contest" Both of these don’t require any prompts and will take previously written items. I would recommend using size 4 Verdana font to make the words stand out more prominently on the busyness of a typical WdC page, with so much going on in our sidebars. Click on the row of boxes above the text entry form to experiment with different formatting options. If you need any instructions you can click on the question mark box and it will open a useful guide. Take care, thanks for sharing and keep writing My review has been submitted for consideration in "Good Deeds Get CASH!" .
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