Skeleton of memories
Winter killed our tree. /
Don’t know if it was before, /
during, or after /
your death. Dead limbs hang barren: /
no buds, no leaves, no cherries. /
Skeleton of memories.
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Wave
Wave forth the fall night,
the one-armed skeleton said.
Hear the ghosts whisper.
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Danse Macabre
I stood stone still /
when the giant skeleton /
asked me to dance.
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Tall tale
The gravedigger says, /
As his needling wife’s unearthed, /
“It’s all a big yarn.”
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Filed under 2019, haiku, humor, humor and haiku, photo, poem, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker
Death becomes you
Death becomes you, my dear.
Let me hold your hand so our selfie is clear.
Get my bare bones, they show me the best.
All that flesh and muscle — begone all the rest.
I’ll wear my cap. You wear your smile.
Don’t worry about missing teeth. It’s been a while.
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Filed under 2021, Halloween, photo, Poetry by David E. Booker
Bear and Skeleton talk about their relationship.
They said it wouldn’t last. Friends, neighbors, even strangers on the street when asked would immediately react to the announcement that a skeleton was dating a stuffed bear. Often with disbelieving looks and the wry comment: “It won’t last.”
But thus far, the relationship has held together and so has Skeleton.
“Oh, sure, we’ve sometimes had a bone to pick with each other,” Bear said.
“But it never got so bad, we couldn’t bear it,” Skeleton said, finishing the bear’s thoughts as couples often do.
They sometimes still get hate mail or calls in the middle of the night where the caller yells something hateful and then hangs up. Once a woman walked up to them in public and said they should be hanging out with their own kind.
“But we are,” said Bear. “We are hanging out with those that care.”
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