Skeletons Poem by John Sensele

Skeletons



Like millstones round her nimble neck
Secrets from monstrous mistakes
Cast silly stones any way she turns
To remind her there aren't any crunchy cakes
For her to savour in perfect peace
Although she's avoiding such hurtful headaches.

Who in her youth didn't commit inescapable indiscretions?
Growing up is a laborious learning curve
Through which she passes
In order to grow any vital verve
That enables her to navigate life's wavy waters
And earn the right to a plate of hors d'oeuvre.

Don't throw out the bouncy baby with her bath water,
Sages may enjoin any sane society
To tone down the rambling rhetoric
That condones pompous propriety
Standards for fragile flesh
Which fights to attain any symbolic sobriety.

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John Sensele

John Sensele

Ndola, Zambia
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