#vertebrae - Hello Poetry

A bone meets another bone And you have a joint ! Joints are allright ! Cartilage ! Without them you couldn't possibly dance ! Imagine only your sacrum and your ilium and no sacro-iliac joint And no innominate bones Imagine just a second a pelvis without coccyx And your seven cervical Your twelve thoracic And your five lumbar vertebrae Hanging loose ! How could you possibly swing your pelvis From one side to the other Without your pelvic floor ? No more grand plié No more passé développé à la seconde No more attitude en avant on pointe Farewell penché Farewell attitude derrière ! See what I mean ! That's why I always say I'd rather be with no bone No skull no heart Ï 'd rather be a hurricane Wind has no skeleton Wind needs no joint Wind goes naked No shoes, no underwear And despite of all that Wind is a ballet dancer, a danseur étoile With no dimples in the back. Wind can lie supine and stand upright Feet parallel, legs stretched Wind has no greater nor lesser trochanter Wind has no right gluteus maximus muscle No feet flexed, no ****** femoris muscle Wind never gets pinched, stuck nor jammed Wind is constant ricochet, yo-yo, meanders Gulf Stream ! Wind is a catwalk model Dancing its swinging walk

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Aug 27, 2019

Aug 27, 2019 at 6:50 PM UTC

cyclone-wolfok-baltimore

A bone meets another bone

A bone meets another bone And you have a joint ! Joints are allright ! Cartilage ! Without them you couldn't possibly dance ! Imagine only your sacrum and your ilium and no sacro-iliac joint And no innominate bones Imagine just a second a pelvis without coccyx And your seven cervical Your twelve thoracic And your five lumbar vertebrae Hanging loose ! How could you possibly swing your pelvis From one side to the other Without your pelvic floor ? No more grand plié No more passé développé à la seconde No more attitude en avant on pointe Farewell penché Farewell attitude derrière ! See what I mean ! That's why I always say I'd rather be with no bone No skull no heart Ï 'd rather be a hurricane Wind has no skeleton Wind needs no joint Wind goes naked No shoes, no underwear And despite of all that Wind is a ballet dancer, a danseur étoile With no dimples in the back. Wind can lie supine and stand upright Feet parallel, legs stretched Wind has no greater nor lesser trochanter Wind has no right gluteus maximus muscle No feet flexed, no ****** femoris muscle Wind never gets pinched, stuck nor jammed Wind is constant ricochet, yo-yo, meanders Gulf Stream ! Wind is a catwalk model Dancing its swinging walk

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Disjointed reflections of vertebrae that were fluid in the synapsis of my subconsciousness. they were inadvertently disjointed from my walking thought. Then I fell beneath the tower that I had build within, collateral damage of life. Broken windows of reflection that I tried to close, but lacerated my cognitive actualization of self. That which severed my validity of self was pendulous, but with a string we can weave something new. Not as it was before, more worn and not so luminous, but what was lost is gained for that voice a lingering a shadow of before.

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Jun 13, 2018

Jun 13, 2018 at 9:55 AM UTC

poetic-t

The Vertebrae Of Disconnection

Disjointed reflections of vertebrae that were fluid in the synapsis of my subconsciousness. they were inadvertently disjointed from my walking thought. Then I fell beneath the tower that I had build within, collateral damage of life. Broken windows of reflection that I tried to close, but lacerated my cognitive actualization of self. That which severed my validity of self was pendulous, but with a string we can weave something new. Not as it was before, more worn and not so luminous, but what was lost is gained for that voice a lingering a shadow of before.

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my spine a garden trellis waiting for new growth. every spring anticipating every season. slumbering. waiting. wishing for the next new blossoms the next new gorgeous flower to climb, and Climb, and CLIMB interweaving in each vertebrae.

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Mar 2, 2017

Mar 2, 2017 at 12:34 AM UTC

cait13

may flowers

my spine a garden trellis waiting for new growth. every spring anticipating every season. slumbering. waiting. wishing for the next new blossoms the next new gorgeous flower to climb, and Climb, and CLIMB interweaving in each vertebrae.

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Your words crawled through my auditory cortex like caterpillars, preventing me from hearing anything other than the inflection in your deep voice. As your body inched closer to mine, they took residence in my chest cavity, building chrysali that hung off of my ribs making it more and more difficult to inflate my heavy lungs. They cocooned themselves as I too wrapped myself up in you. Suddenly, your lips were on mine and your hands were counting the vertebrae down my back, scaring the insects from their resting place, resulting in chills up my spine. The newly emerged butterflies flew out of my sternum and up into my throat, longing to be closer to you. But then you pulled away and they instantly died, leaving me with a bitter taste in my mouth.

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Aug 6, 2014

Aug 6, 2014 at 10:26 PM UTC

cynosure

Butterflies

Your words crawled through my auditory cortex like caterpillars, preventing me from hearing anything other than the inflection in your deep voice. As your body inched closer to mine, they took residence in my chest cavity, building chrysali that hung off of my ribs making it more and more difficult to inflate my heavy lungs. They cocooned themselves as I too wrapped myself up in you. Suddenly, your lips were on mine and your hands were counting the vertebrae down my back, scaring the insects from their resting place, resulting in chills up my spine. The newly emerged butterflies flew out of my sternum and up into my throat, longing to be closer to you. But then you pulled away and they instantly died, leaving me with a bitter taste in my mouth.

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