Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
Backdrop Cleansing with soap washing off the grimy sand of a one night stand. Water cleansed away memories to be forgotten- of a time when a starry night and romantic music was a backdrop. Mary Bone about Mary Bone I Continue reading Backdrop by Mary Bone
Broken Promises He had the love of a good woman whose heart, he held the key. One day it was broken, And her life became filled with misery. The good days were over and they became a blur. They were Continue reading Broken Promises by Mary Bone
The Heat Ice maiden melted when “The Heat,” walked into a room. The Heat had such charisma all the girls were in a swoon. Ice maiden knew how they felt, since her heart of ice began to melt. The Heat Continue reading The Heat by Mary Bone
Stow Away My memory tried to erase you, to wipe you out of every nook and cranny. But, you are a stow away that swings on the cobwebs of my thoughts. Mary Bone about Mary Bone I have been writing Continue reading Stow Away by Mary Bone
The Conglomerate When we merged, it was more than a takeover. You had control, where I had lost mine. Your kiss was more crucial than anything Wallstreet had to offer. I was outbid and it was more than I banked Continue reading The Conglomerate by Mary Bone
Something About the Night Something about the night, held promise of a new day as my lover held me tight, we dreamed our dreams. Something about the night was full of enchantment, as we held each other tight beneath the Continue reading Something About the Night by Mary Bone
Scoundrel Scoundrel is full of lies and alibis and second tries. After many goodbyes, something dies, deep within my heart. Scoundrel hopes for another fresh start. Something tells me were done, It’s now time to part. Mary Bone about Mary Continue reading Scoundrel by Mary Bone
Three’s a Crowd He took his love and went to town, leaving me heartbroken and crying on the ground. “Three’s a crowd,” I’ve heard it said, and yet there were only two, the day we wed. So, this is how Continue reading Three’s a Crowd by Mary Bone
Slow Dancing The moonlight was our magic, when we danced in its glow. Although the world is sometimes tragic, we kept on dancing slow. We were in a world of make believe, like a story book romance. The spiders also Continue reading Slow Dancing by Mary Bone
Street Musicians You play tunes that drift through my head taking me to a happier time, when life was simpler. The big horns and harmonicas seem to know exactly how I feel. Mary Bone about Mary Bone I have been Continue reading Street Musicians by Mary Bone