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Dry Bones Dancing

by Melissa Arel

Mummified remains half-hidden 'neath the dunes
Revealing these tombs, these battles of old
Weather-beaten frames cry in the desert's womb
The scorching heat then turns to cold.




05/03/2000

Posted on 03/25/2003
Copyright © 2025 Melissa Arel

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/25/03 at 07:09 PM

Maybe it's just my imagination, but has an eerie sense of looking at the Earth centuries from now, coming across the burnt out wrecks of tanks and long dead skeltons of soldiers.

Posted by Ken Harnisch on 03/27/03 at 03:22 PM

in our brevity comes wisdom. From our poems, comes beauty and timeless knowledge....seen into the past or the future...

Posted by Anne Engelen on 03/27/03 at 04:03 PM

As always...wonderful poetry:)

Posted by Kate Demeree on 03/27/03 at 08:03 PM

Been awhile since I visited your library ... your talent never ceses to amaze me. I love how you combine the pictures with the poetry!

Posted by Rhodora M Fitzgerald on 03/28/03 at 01:40 PM

"mummified remains"... "tombs"... "deserts womb" I think I just felt a chill... Few words... big poem! Great read!

Posted by Max Bouillet on 07/01/03 at 06:34 PM

I love the imagery! The title really enhances this work. Superb crafting.

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