Digging Up Bones

Poetics Aside Prompt:Write a deep poem. The deep end of the pool. Six feet deep. Archaeology. Whatever you write, just dig deep.

Past surface urges

And weary-worn hours

Past the excuses that rob me of time

Past empty splurges

And hope’s tattered flowers

Past lines of poetry weaving their rhyme

Past murmured denial

And tear-caressed midnights

Past all the promises hammered for naught

Past hope’s soft smile

Compassionate lamp-light

There you remain; deep, deep in my thought

J~