Writing Down the Bones

Something has been said about 
"writing down the bones"
which sounds like a good practice
if you're learning anatomy.
But the first time I heard the phrase,
I thought it was 
"writing down the poems,"
So I am.
Writing down the poems

moving my bones, 
the ligaments lightly holding the pen--
black on paper, blue, too,
re-living the washing of water
by their words,
like taking a bath in beauty
that leaves me breathless.

If I bathe with this cleansing flood,
soak in the senses,
sounds of someone else's heart
in my soul,
I'm sure the echo will ring out
true on the other side--
wash and rinse cycle of syllables,
leaving a residue 
of beauty, grace, truth
pouring out on this side of eternity
with my pen,
writing down the poems.
It has been said if you want to BE a good poet,  you should READ some great poetry, 
so I've been soaking (and scribing) Gerard Manley Hopkins and George Herbert
glorious wordsmiths of earth and eternity.

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