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The Naked Bones
“It was Salvador Dalí who said the red wine of Cadaqués has the bitter taste of tears.”
― Clifford Thurlow, Sex, Surrealism, Dali And Me
Shadows undulate on cloistered walls,
phantoms unveiled in sultry candlelight
as the wax drips down another empty vessel
it leaves a milky puddle where she recalls
a naive soul once shiny bright
now a baked tundra each night
So she sits and drinks alone
for red wine is her only companion
a makeshift partner for when nights are cold
and though the wine with all its warmth leaves her exposed
and memories inhabit this room, now her lonesome home
as she ponders and gnaws on bleached naked bones
©2022 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: Written for dVerse Poets Pub Poetics and Shay’s Word Garden Word List
Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 26 years and their latest rescue, Jackson “Jax” Lyberg. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com and view anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page
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Ah. Been there, done that, got the tee shirt, albeit many years ago. This poem reminds me of Neil Diamond’s song Red Red Wine, though his is simple, yours poetic. It’s a tough space to be in, but sometimes the ability to cope is outrun by the ability to feel pain and there it is. This suits the List source material “Ghost Eaters” more closely than you might imagine. So nice to see you on the linky! Late, shmate, we never close. 😉
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Thank you so much Shay.
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Hmm between the cloistered walls and naked bones there’s warmth and cold, a making do I went back to.
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Thank you.
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Very well done, Linda. Such a sad loneliness that leaves one cold!
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Yes. Thank you.
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Linda you’ve captured the stark loneliness to perfection. Wonderful to be reading you again.
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Thank you Lisa!
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You’re welcome ❤
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You captured the rawness of loneliness so beautifully, and that last line is awesome! Thanks for joining in, Linda.
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Thank you so much.
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This is incredibly deep and poignant, Linda! I resonate with; “a makeshift partner for when nights are cold.” 💜💜
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Thank you for your kind words Sanaa.
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Drinking alone has never been anything I have understood…. thankfully. This sounds like a dark road to alcoholism
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Indeed it does.
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I am absolutely smitten with these words: “memories inhabit this room”… I’m just sitting here mulling over those words. They are so potent.
Loved the poem….and most especially those four words!
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Thank you Lillian!
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A stark glaring poem, Linda, with vivid images. Very well-written.
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Thank you.
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The bleached naked bones she ponders and gnaws — excellent.
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Thank you q.
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