Whose Bones are These?

Hiking along the well-worn path

always looking down ahead of me,

I spy some bones laid out neatly.

They’re tiny and delicate,

perfect in form of the animal

that once had enclosed them.

How had he died, what fate

had he faced that ended his

life upon that trail?

He wasn’t eaten, his bones

were intact, as if he had

quietly taken a nap and

drifted gently from this plane.

His remains weren’t scattered,

they rested whole and entire.

A tiny skull, rib cage and legs

all bleached white

from the sun’s blinding glare.

My mind wonders about this

tiny creature, had he a family

that missed his return?

Were young ones relying

on him for food that day

when he didn’t come back

from his foraging?

This was a being as valued

as me–with a soul and a purpose

filled with life and energy.

I wonder these things as I see

animals that have passed–all

life is precious, no one’s more,

no one’s less.


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  1. May all sentient beings have peace, and may you and yours have a lovely Thanksgiving Day with much to be grateful for.

    Thank you for this. You made my day. This poem is perfect, Gayle, in form and in sentiment.

    Hugs for the holiday,
    Jamie

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    • May all beings feel safe.
      May all beings feel loved.
      May all beings have peace.
      May Jamie have a wonderful Thanksgiving filled with gratitude and love.

      I’m so glad you liked this–I am filled with thanks for your kindness…

      Love and hugs,
      Gayle

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  2. happy thanksgiving!

    a very beautiful and touching poem. you have a very soft and dreamy way of looking at life.

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    • Thanks for the Thanksgiving greeting, Trisha. Just got home tonight and are catching up.

      I’m glad you liked this musing about a little beings bones I found one day. Thank you.

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      • you wrote it so very tenderly and beautifully that it touched heart and made my heart thinking a bit too, whose bone it was.

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      • you wrote it very beautifully and tenderly.

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      • I’m happy it touched your heart like it did mine, Trisha. Thanks so much for your nice comment.

        Lots of love…

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      • our hearts are very similar. 🙂
        I am feeling quite lazy these days.
        have a lot of blogs to visit 😦
        and the writing bug is chewing me up.
        i have written two quite big stories and have written quite a lot of kingmaker too. 🙂

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      • I could sense that you were writing. Something told me that you have been very busy with that. It’s hard to be busy with our own writing and visit other blogs too. But it’s so important that we do–people are relying on us, aren’t they. 🙂

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      • you guys have become a part of my life, i cant imagine a day without visiting you. its just like saying a friend hello once a day.

        i feel restless if i miss you for one day.

        writing really is an obsession, and when i start writing i just go on, thats why i keep my daily quota of blogs very small.

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      • I feel the same way. I get too curious as to what’s going on with everyone if I miss a day visiting.

        But I’m sure people will understand if you need a break now and then–but you will be missed!

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      • i bunk often, but just like real life friends when i am not online even then i keep thinking of you and praying to God to keep you all well.

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      • I know you do–so do I.

        Lots of love…

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      • thanks.
        god bless you and all our friends.

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      • God bless you, Trisha, you are a real treasure.

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      • to me you all are so. i wont trade your company for the whole world 🙂

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      • I don’t think you’ll have to trade any of us.

        Lots of love always…

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      • yes. fortunately not. 🙂

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  3. Jingle

     /  November 28, 2010

    Glad that you took notice of the bones and give them a highlight..
    lovely writing,
    thanks for sharing with potluck.

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  4. They were beautifully precious bones–thank you, Jingle.

    xoxo

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  5. what a sweet sentiment. soft and thought provoking. lovely penning.

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  6. All life is worth valuing. It is important to remember. You paint an image and then draw us into your thoughts.
    Good job.

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  7. Dear Gayle
    I enjoyed this verse… its very beautifully written.. thanks for sharing..

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    Twitter: @VerseEveryDay
    Blog: http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com

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  8. inspiring..

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  9. Thank you for drawing us into the scene, then taking us through a tender filled imagescape, feeling what might have been.

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    • I couldn’t help wondering…

      I already read yours this morning–it’s a similar type of musing–good imagination about that smashed pumpkin.

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  10. So truly said! No life is greater than another, life itself is great! Must’ve been sad to see the remains, I know I always feel sad at the thought of a dead soul. Beautiful poem!

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  11. Mase Da Rula

     /  December 1, 2010

    I am in agreement with everyone else who commented.. what a lovely read….. your pen painted a wondrous picture of beautiful sadness… skills to pay the bills for sure…

    .Mase Da Rula.
    The Ruler’s Kingdom
    http://dieselfromthad.wordpress.com

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  12. Well I think your comment just made my day! ” …skills to pay the bills…” I wish!

    I so appreciate your generous comment. Thank you.

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  13. Jingle

     /  December 1, 2010

    Thanks for contributing to poets rally.
    have fun visiting…

    the imagery and construction are skillful.
    😉

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  14. This is so sad and thought provoking…and true, all life is precious, no one is more or less.

    Cheers!

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  15. Thanks for your sensitive comment, Emmanuel–I appreciate that. xoxo

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  16. That was so sad….but beautiful nevertheless…

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  17. Great words, equality is what we seek!=D

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  18. a great poem with wonderful sentiment:)

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  19. I think about this all the time!! Great poem.

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  20. Thanks, Tootsie!

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  21. There is a power that seems to come from the timelessness. Death was only an end to the body, but there is a legacy that you brought forth quite well. I enjoyed it.

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  22. Such lovely thoughts…I agree every life is precious!!

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  23. Wonderful…
    deep sentiments 🙂

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  24. Very touching and poignant..

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  25. You paint impressive images with words, enjoyed reading!

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  26. Very beautiful imagination..
    Take a look on my poetry..
    http://ashbeezone.wordpress.com/2010/11/25/depths-of-my-heart

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  27. Thanks for your visit and comment, Ashbeezone. Now let me go read yours…

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  28. Being sentimental for all beings is really great.
    I wonder whether to worry about whale or the animals it eats daily.
    Well focussed issue.

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    • Thank you for your visit and thoughtful comment, Madan–I appreciate it. We can’t let ourselves get bogged down in too much worry over who’s eating who though–after all everyone has to eat and someone/something has to be eaten! 🙂

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  29. Touching poetic storytelling…felt.

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  30. Thanks so much, Dasuntoucha–really appreciate your comment.

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  31. Very touching. Yes, all life (matter?) has value, no more, no less. Thank you for the reminder. The gift comes in negotiating the tension between competing values. Very difficult and rewarding.

    P.S. My daughter has a sign on her door that says “all rocks go to heaven.”

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    • Thanks so much for your visit and thoughtful comment, Cloakedmonk. Yes, I believe all matter has value–every “thing” and I agree–there is a competition to gauge the amount of worth of each.

      I absolutely love your daughter’s sense of propriety! I think they go to heaven too… 🙂

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  32. Kim Pugliano

     /  December 7, 2010

    Very sweet! Loved it!

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  33. Thanks so much, Kim, I appreciate your kind comment.

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