if beauty is in the breaking down
& the taking up of matter,
growth/decay intimately twined
into this weave, our fabric
unraveled & reknit
if death is the beginning journey
both becoming & unbecoming,
let something live sing & thread
through these bones
***more lines inspired by The Fountain.
Susan Daniels Poetry 
beauty is in perception, worms woven through your bones!
You are a busy fish lately – with some lovely work going on as ever 🙂
Oh, thanks, ROS. Just writing them as I get them…Hey–do you have a name? I don’t want to call you “stupid” for short…since you most definitely do not fit that description!
I think Stupid would be perfect!
But you can call me Mike if you like 🙂
🙂 Mike it is, then! BTW–I was imagining roots threading through those bones as I wrote this, but worms work, as well 😉
Worms work very hard indeed! I’ve certainly never seen one signing on…
Oh, NO–you just gave me an image of an inch worm, singing that lovely old thing…”Inch worm, inch worm, measuring the marigolds…” How the hell am I going to get that out of my head now, Mike?
He hee… you’ve got an ear-worm! Turn it into a poem, something fluffy to balance the serious stuff 😉
🙂
I’d say something live and vibrant has found a comfortable home, eh?
Oh, yes! I do hope I have all of the residua from watching “The Fountain” out of my system after today. I do so love that movie…
Lovely and elegiac, Japanese in feeling and subtlety of language. I can always count on you to give me something to think about, Susan. Good work.
Paul, thank you! You have turned me all red…
This is beautiful and troubling at the same time. To live on in our works, when our works shine as white and stark as our white bones – the end visible core that we were here, is the road to immortality. But your first stanza is particularly challenging as it examines the eternal cycle of life and dying, on decay and living, on the food chain and energy cycles – ultimately, your lines take us further to appreciating that all flesh ends up as source of energy either as flesh or as grass – in this ending cycle and dance of life and death, living and dying!
Yes–this concept is so devoid of my core spirituality and just focused on the physical reality and process of death–you got this perfectly! I am sincerely hoping I now have “The Fountain” written out of my head, at least for a while…
I had the same thought as Noel…I saw our poems as the living things twining with our bones. Enjoyed! Leo
Oh, Leo–I love that thought. Much, much nicer than roots or worms…
Your poem reminded me of an old one of mine written ten years ago. I think I’ll post it today..
Oh, please do–I look forward to seeing it.