Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Friday, May 29, 2015

Scraping skeletons

Beneath this skin,
Smoothly wrapped around
The bare bones, we are all
But skeletons, fairly homogeneous.
Each one born naked,
Each,
An assemblage of
Branches,
Carefully cloaked with barks,
Some dark, some faded.
A smooth layer, that the rind makes,
Enfolding the chalky figures.
Deceiving. Deluding. Definitely
 Leading astray.
And all along, cozened
By this illusion
We shower sweet caresses
On charming surfaces,
Never bothering
To rake the cutis.
But
Some day
Our bloom and our strength
Will decay.
We will all
End up as
Skeletons,
Not in the glory of skin
We wear

But a set of bare bones.


pleisiosaur_
Courtesy : Friday Fictioneers




















Linking with Friday Fictioneers




Linking with Velvet Verbosity : 100 Words Challenge : Smooth

8 comments:

  1. Yes indeed, that's what we all are - skeletons, not in the glory of skin. Love that line.

    Lily

    ReplyDelete
  2. Dear Ruby,

    Nicely written.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

    ReplyDelete
  3. Wonderful. And when it comes down to the bones, we are all the same.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Yeah and still we let so many biases creep into humanity.
      Thank you for stopping by

      Delete
  4. This is why it has been often said that we are all equal. This post exposes the bony truth - in beautiful poetry.

    ReplyDelete

Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.