[of my bones]

[of my bones]

A Poem by Extant
"

~

"

I’d like to reinvent this genome -
this double helix is just a chain to me
wrapped, wrapped, wrapped
around generations and now my hands,
my heart, my flesh - which I love with
ink and edge, but such surface
modifications can’t change
the code of me, the destiny -
quite literally - of my bones

© 2018 Extant


Author's Note

Extant
Miss my lions . . .

My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Reviews

[send message][befriend] Subscribe
Pax
This is why i missed reading your piece my friend, its too deeply woven poetic conjoint. Very well verse...

Perhaps now its not yet possible but eventually in the distant future...

Posted 2 Years Ago


and the bones are much more than just bones---this speaks of the bones of the inner self---who someone really is when you take away all the frills---all the camouflage, all the masks...
j.

Posted 3 Years Ago



Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

141 Views
2 Reviews
Rating
Added on November 20, 2017
Last Updated on June 14, 2018

Author

Extant
Extant

IA



About
Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers not thunder. ~ Rumi Jalal ad-Din No one had ever become poor by giving. ~ Anne Frank Don't learn to do, but learn in doing. ~ Samuel B.. more..

Writing
{an end} {an end}

A Poem by Extant


[a web] [a web]

A Poem by Extant





Advertise Here
Want to advertise here? Get started for as little as $5