Tuesday, January 11, 2011

old bones lie under the earth, new bones just lie ~ Monday Potluck

the bones of my fathers bleached white with nervous horror
roll around under layers of earthen life and death
pretending it will never happen
regardless, the invasion marches

across land once stolen, twice blinded
pious faces dark with prejudice
practice artifice, lulling us
into a stupor once again

the old-guard has passed away
a new set of rules taking precedence
false gods have taken up residence
invitation gone unnoticed

from a memory faint, almost impotent 

words penned by another remind me
“all that glisters is not gold” and horror
of horrors, we are embracing the fake





  1. Damn, woman, you can WRITE! This left me with chills. Gorgeous word-pictures and haunting imagery. Wow.


  2. The choice of vocabulary is impressive and imagery is glorious, especially in the second stanza. Thought-provoking write, thanks for sharing. :)

  3. Thanks for linking in, dear,

    best wishes for your lovely daughter.

    take warm bath often, no scratching, she will feel better soon...

  4. Powerful verses penned...both thought provoking and convicting...thoroughly enjoyed this piece...thank you for sharing.

  5. wow! THIS IS POWERFUL..here’s mine for this potluck.. http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/03/15/life/

  6. power write...it struck me where it needed to...

  7. Kudos. Fine poem. Worthy message. Thank you, Eaton. Hugs!

    Happy 2011...

  8. Ya..I really like this image Eaton with the imagery! The first lines grab you.. wow "the invasion marches" (lol) sometimes life seems to go on and on and your looking at the same story unfold. Good thing we have a Savior and He is working and is working out.
    Well, deep and penetrating!
    So hey..how are you and your family doing? Anyway..(hugs)


Falling Water by Frank Lloyd Wright

Falling Water by Frank Lloyd Wright
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Flat Stanley near Castlemaine, Victoria.