Green fronds nestle against a tanned chest Shivering in moist, Autumn weather Left because others know what is best Chest grasped by desperate golden hands Jiggling under pieces of weather That envelope like elastic bands Hands, so many hands, cradle and bark, "Stay warm, outside will be cold weather" Yet, no mother able to make mark Bark, dripping with water, left alone Away from chest; only friend weather Time storms on, leaving behind the bones ... Alone, no longer is the chest Now by beach in sunny weather Ready to dive in with the rest Chest is opened by many hands Rumbles like soon-passing weather It is laughter that spills through lands Hands that matter most do not bark They say Leane in kind weather Intricate singing like a lark Bark back in China is left alone No chest; only friend is the weather Yet, time breezes on, leaving the bones Thank you for reading! If you like my poem, please don't be afraid to give it a share. Comments are always welcome and I love hearing your thoughts. Question: What do you think are the bones being left behind?
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AuthorI'm Darcy Ridge, creating stories that all revolve around family and identity in a myriad of ways. In the past, I have shared multiple stories and published a novella online. You can find me on Wattpad and many other social media websites. They/them [Image Description: black background with the words "Social Justice and Mental Health Resources" in white in the center /end ID]
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