February Challenge: “Good Bones”

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    February Challenge: “Good Bones”

    This is a “regular” month, therefore, entrants must post their own entries this month.

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    The prompt for this month's challenge, as chosen by Gumby is: Good Bones

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    “Ready.” I flick my laser. Ruddy light
    trims back her nipples, silver dollar wide,
    slowly. I slice away her skin, remove
    each breast & watch the scale tip . . . normal. I
    pry back her ribs & wonder why her heart
    now seems so small. I pluck it up & out,
    still beating, lump it on my tray & pout.
    “Not that,” I say & slice away her parts—
    away with liver, kidney, spleen. I sigh,
    as I inspect her uterus & groove
    & find a streak of damage deep inside,
    the D-and-C that almost killed her. “Right.
    It isn’t that. Whatever caused her pain
    is somewhere else.” I saw across my brain.

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    In my mouth, if there be sweetness,
    It has come from my Creator;
    If my hands are filled with beauty,
    All the beauty comes from God.
    ~ from The Kalevala (paraphrased)

    Whom have I in heaven but You?
    And earth has nothing I desire besides You.

    ~ Psalm 73:25

    Christ is risen from the dead,
    trampling on Death by death,
    And on those in the tombs,
    lavishing light.

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    Bone Dust

    empty of flesh
    no sinew
    muscle or cartilage
    just tiny broken
    little itty-bitty brittle bits
    of bleached out bones

    it once was a good man
    with flesh muscles
    strong bones
    with wife family and one hell
    of a good home

    now it just bits and pieces
    of dusty old bones
    Nature weeps, the devil sings
    at mans greed and pride
    and what it brings

    Just lots of useless
    little things

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    Bones Carrying Thirst

    Clotheless they were killed,
    by bullets , not as target practice,
    but as worthless lives.
    Nothing more than garbage,
    lying one over the other,
    inside self dug graves,
    with the thirst for worth.
    Worth they were born with,
    when their parents desired them,
    and brought them in this world.
    To be appreciated, cared, loved.
    They lost this feeling, moments before their death.
    And thirst for it, they carried inside their bones.
    The moisture sometimes come for them,
    igniting the phosphorus inside those bones,
    for the flip flop torches of thirst they carry.

    Ritu Dimri Nautiyal

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    Birthing Good Bones

    I can never coax them forth,
    aw, hell no.
    They develop in secrecy,
    softly whispering to each other
    while I remain oblivious.
    My offspring assemble
    in my right cerebral cortex,
    (some armed and dangerous)
    drooling with anticipation
    and desperately eager
    to be translated
    into binary code.
    Once the belly of my brain
    is overburdened,
    contractions begin.

    This Mom-to-be,
    unsuspecting I'm expecting,
    feels the tantalizing tickle
    that heralds their arrival.
    I rush to the marble hospital
    grabbing the birth canal
    graciously provided by Cross
    as undulations bring the kids
    to fingers stiff from disuse
    and they are born via gold nub.
    Little bony newborns
    dressed in lilac or blue
    lovingly placed
    side by side
    on a crisp white sheet.

    They remain in the nursery
    gathering strength to greet the world.
    Their cribs are switched,
    and names and diapers are changed
    as I add pad to spindly frames
    and slow but sure
    ounces are gained.

    Once they gurgle and coo,
    I have my cue to give them their due.
    Finally dressed in their Sunday best,
    I escort them to the keyboard
    for their debut.

    Swirling lilac and blue
    are left behind
    for the ebony attire required
    for such gala events.
    With a click,
    a birth announcement
    appears in bold
    and my infants assume
    their proper places.
    With a deep exhalation
    and another click,
    the curtain goes up
    and you all get your first peek
    at my brand new babies.

    Hoping everyone abides
    by the rule
    that even ugly infants
    are adorable,
    I pack up the hospital
    and store it in a drawer
    until another unknown pregnancy
    results in an urgent delivery
    and this jubilant Mother
    must make room for more.

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    Good Bones

    She's got good bones
    weathered battle damage
    humility a tattered flag
    wrapping her shoulders
    dusting her feet

    Heart shot away
    a yellow canary cries
    from her rib cage

    Scarred by flame
    expectations seared
    bright embers remain
    she meets your eyes

    She can touch without crushing
    Speak without screaming
    Give without gaining

    She can take the weight
    She's got good bones

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    “I have good bones, don't worry about me. I can do it."
    You smile at me, I see you walking slowly, with a smile on your face.
    "Do you want us to stop?" I ask with humility.
    You don't answer me, you smile, you keep walking.
    How many tired wrinkles on your face, grandfather. They are all medals, of a lived life.

    "Do you want us to stop? You look tired, "you ask, laughing.
    "I can do it. I have good bones, "I reply, and laugh.
    You keep walking, I see your tired step, your good bones getting more and more tired.

    «Let's stop» I order, but you don't listen, you know it better than me, stopping is the same as dying.
    War doesn't care who you are, it feeds on souls, without distinction.

    We walk hidden by the night, I see your aching face, hide your tired bones.
    How many sacrifices did those bones make?
    How many sunsets have you seen?
    How many hot meals he brought home, amid the whistling's of bombs.

    "Your bones are good, let them see the dawn of a new day" I whisper in your ear, you look at me tired.

    I won't let you answer, I take you in my arms, as you did when I was little, and my bones were too young. As the dawn smiles on a new day.
    "Grandpa, your good bones have brought us to safety," I whisper as you sleep on the bed in the infirmary.
    My dream? Being able to enter people's hearts with words: giving emotions and dreams.
    JK Rowling (Harry Potter) has been rejected more than 10 times Remember, don't give up!
    Thank you all for the help you give me to improve my English.

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