A Tomb of Stories (On My Skin) for D’verse Writers

A Tomb of Stories

She felt her body with
blind fingers….
…. feeling the hard curves and
shriveled bones of an old woman –

When did she get old?
         Crone-like… crow-like…. desiccated  feathers
dried to leather;

Skin akin to the family Book of Life… So many stories
among us… yet so many untold chapters
Skeletons in the closet, lips sealed forever against
unshared secrets…

She felt hervbody with
blind fingers. …. Self-examination before
 ‘selfies’ became 
a zen-ful form of self – evaluation. …

The years between then and now had
left their marks, for good or bad 
shriveled bones and all
she was older then she ‘d ever been
– but she is still the she she’s always been
just Crone-like… crow-like….
desiccated  feathers dried to leather
… a tomb of stories
wanting to be told… before
She fades into the
Lands of the Remembered or Forgotten.
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Sharonlee Goodhand Imageweaver 2021

Spit it Out – For D’Verse Tuesday Prompt.

D’verse
Choose one of your OWN favorite poems and flip it. Please include your original poem along with your flipped poem;
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Spit it Out

Spit Life out, hack it up off the back of your tongue
repell the overwhelming intrusion of moments
ugly and mundane
you won’t find compassion in the streets
among the grime and dirty minds and hurrying feet
souls are lost forever out there, never reborn again.

Spit life out on the fetid breeze, no flavours to savour
amid mountains of man-made debris
seasons hide a multitude of sins, no one wins, when
Life is a funeral dirge
written with the tears of the lost
and engraved on the soul of the Earth.
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Sharonlee Goodhand Imageweaver

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My Original-
In the
light of personal epiphany
each soul will  find comfort in their night.

Taste life on the tip of your tongue
savour subtle remnants of each moment
find beauty at the bus stop
compassion in the street
all the textures,  traces and intoxicating  touches, 
sensations &  impressions of wandering feet
loves found and lost and reborn

Taste life on a spring breeze… in mountains climbed
In every season as it gently unfolds
life is a lyric poem
written by the experience of existence
and engraved in the memory of the soul.
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Live the Layers of Life
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SharonleeGoodhand Imageweaver ©22-Sep 2019

Hello D’verse Writers… if any of you read this, I would truly appreciate a link to your blog so I can comment on your post as well… I seem to be having technical issues… thank you!