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Written 31 July 2026 for Skeletons Poetry Contest of Seth Pina

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Skelotons


In a cupboard,  silent skeletons sleep
Where darkness holds its secrets, buried deep,
Their shape unseen, yet ever close at hand,
That any time may burst across the land.

A quiet hum, a stillness in the air,
A spectral chill, that the winds can lay bare,
But carried through wings of time, strong and true,
Mysteries that very few ever knew.

The sands of time may slowly slip away,
But the secrets stand still, through passing days,
A stark riddle, etched in darkness of night
Of journeys made, from dawn to fading light.

No whispered word, no sigh of pain or glee,
Just jumbled echoes, indistinct and  free,
A testament of tall bills begotten,
Beneath the gaze of the unblinking sun.

The hollow gaze, where once bright eyes did gleam,
Now holds the fragments of a waking dream,
The cupboard`s key declared lost, with no sign, 
A silent story, sincerely sublime.

The rhythm of the mind, a reflective sound,
No longer works, where wizard can be found.
Yet life's own pulse, in memory remains,
Through flowing currents, in the subtle grains.

A stoic stance before the coming storm,
A dead silence, to keep the spirit warm,
For though the surprises stink over time
Their essence rests hidden, without a chime.

At long last the cat gets out of the bag
With the dwelling changing under new flag,
Bursting open of the cupboard with force,
Revealing tons of debt burden at source.

One cannot but gaze at the skeletons
As the damage left after a cyclone
And thereafter think of ways to redress
The legated dwelling left in distress.

The simple truth is a lovely facade
May hide an interior that is flawed
And one need to think deep and wide to scan
The space before the future one can plan.
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August 4, 2026 at 9:01 PM
What a wonderful take on 'Skeletons' in the cupboard. Why I couldn't think of it metaphorically when I started writing on The Skeletons. You have cleverly dealt with the theme, the dark secrets hiding behind the veneer of royal look. "The simple truth is a lovely facade May hide an interior that is flawed" love these lines. A FAVE for me.❤️
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