MARY BONE
SILENCE IS GOLDEN
In a time when children were seen,
Not heard,
I sat there not saying a word.
My mouth was on mute.
My thoughts ran wild and screamed.
They couldn’t stop my thoughts.
The train kept rolling
As disaster loomed.
Laughter broke out.
I was the queen of the stage,
After I crashed and burned.
THE DRIFTER
I was cut off- a drifter,
Traveling near and far.
As a drifter, I came and went
As I pleased.
I moved frequently,
Just passing through
Hoping to find
My own place.
Being a wanderer,
I was shunned.
Family disowned me.
I am still waiting to be adopted.
THE GLEANER
I was the gleaner of fields
And gardens.
After watching squirrels and ants
Put away food for the winter,
My mind was busy as I gathered
Seeds from the harvest.
Birds took note of my activity.
We all agreed hard times were
coming.
MARY BONE
MARY BONE has been writing poetry and short
stories since the age of twelve. She has had two books of poetry published. Her
poems have appeared at Our Poetry Archive, The Writers Café Magazine, Issue 13,
Elements Issue, Spillwords, The New Ink Review, Veggie Wagon Journal, Poetry
Pacific, The Homestead Review, A short story entitled, “Screams in the Night”,
will be published in the November issue of Spillwords online, The Writing
Disorder and numerous other places.
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