Chalk Line
The4 body of evidence
was cold to the touch.
A chalk line drawing on the sidewalk-
blood splatters of a crime.
Lights were flashing,
as questions were being asked.
Yellow tape marked off the scene
of a homeless man’s death.
Archived
Archived on a dusty shelf.
Put away and then dusted off
on a rainy day.
My thoughts came to life
In one cool breath.
A New Creation
Encased in a cocoon,
after being split open,
I emerge as a new creation.
My wings grow,
as I fly away
Trying to find
The real me.
Fish Tail Sky
It was a fishtail sky,
Whales were in the water,
as clouds floated by.
It took the scales of from my eyes,
to see more entertainment in the skies.
Lavender Sachet
Lavender sachet,
comforts of home.
Relaxing moments
In my easy chair.
A Fall Collection
Seeing a pattern
With autumn blues.
Anywhere I go-
I wear a Fall collection,
With a layered look.
Mary Bone's poetry has been published at Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Poetry Catalog, The Expressive Journal, Highland Park Poetry and other places.


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