Originally posted at my blogspot at Tournesol dans un jardin, Bones
Bones
wildflowers
emerald blankets covering
beds of bones
*
beds of bones
sounds of wailing children
haunting the night
*
haunting the night
smell of death and venom
barbarians’ breath
© Tournesol ’14

You know, this could be a song.
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Hmm, interesting…there is a singer, composer that works with me on the counselling staff, i always say i will show him my poetry but he writes to beautifully i always hesitate. shall send him this one though. i am over due to brag about his latest songs {scribbling mental note}
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I’d love to hear that duo à la prochaine Journée de dévelopement! 😉
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Haha, I had not recognized you at first, Julie! 🙂 I sent this poem to Alex yesterday.
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Heh, heh! 🙂 This is nice. ”Beds of bones”, ”wailing children”, ”smell of death and venom”: all I know is that it sounds really metal. Maybe try to sing your poem with a low death growl?
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Pretty much what Alex suggested too:) Maybe a rap???
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Interesting… Halloweeny and short. I know that Halloween with a y at the end of it is NOT a word, but I created it. BTW, could you kindly follow me. I shared this on my Google Plus account- Nicole Scribner. 🙂 I like the art very much, as much as the poem. I too agree that it could be a song of sorts.
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I am soon retiring this blog Cher Shares and will only be keeping stigmahurtseveryone.info which is my sister blog here and my “short” form poetry are being transferred slowly to http://tournesoldansunjardin.blogspot.com where this poem was originally posted as mentioned at the top of this post. Thanks for liking and sharing it.
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