Live Virtual Group Session: 6PM EST January 23rd 2023

Thank you to everyone who joined us for this session!

For this session we read a poem “Lines for Winter ” by Mark Strand, posted below. 

Our prompt was: Write about the tune your bones play.

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"Lines for Winter " by Mark Strand

Tell yourself
as it gets cold and gray falls from the air
that you will go on
walking, hearing
the same tune no matter where
you find yourself—
inside the dome of dark
or under the cracking white
of the moon's gaze in a valley of snow.
Tonight as it gets cold
tell yourself
what you know which is nothing
but the tune your bones play
as you keep going. And you will be able
for once to lie down under the small fire
of winter stars.
And if it happens that you cannot
go on or turn back
and you find yourself
where you will be at the end,
tell yourself
in that final flowing of cold through your limbs
that you love what you are.

Copyright © 1979 by Mark Strand. 

4 thoughts on “Live Virtual Group Session: 6PM EST January 23rd 2023

  1. al3793

    Well my bones are really singing these days
    like an old wagon in need of an oil can
    and I hope the physical therapist can tune them well
    I have lots of walking to do
    places to explore
    moments when the wind of a mountain rainstorm
    pelts my face with cold, refreshing drops
    peppered lightly with sleet…
    I do prefer the slow, free fall of
    a snowflake especially when dazzled by the light of
    a platinum moon and the only sound is
    the crunch of snow under my feet.

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    • michele348

      When time frees us, it seems our bones do not always cooperate in our endeavors. I speak from experience. I do agree to stand in the still of the night, with a full moon illuminating the landscape and the peaceful slow motion of snowflakes as they fall from the heavens is a sight to behold… warming the spirit on a cold winter night.

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  2. About the tune my bones play~~~

    I move through life pushing myself forward,
    keep pushing, pushing no matter what roadblocks are tossed before me.
    What is an obstacle but something to be conquered or gone around.
    But how many obstacles can one human being endure before the calling from within is hushed
    before my bones play a somber tune?

    Asking myself this question more than once… I answer… as many times as it takes to feel my spirit warming my soul,
    my mind and heart urging me to continue the trek
    until I reach the end of the road and the journey is over.

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  3. rehavia6

    Sounds of My Bones
    Some bones can predict the weather.
    Mine cannot.
    My bones creak, click and clack with age.
    They scrape, bang and bump against each other.
    My bones snap along to the rhythm of the music.
    Despite my crashing into things and falling down more often than I can say: my bones remain faithful to me and have never broken
    When I die my bones will be all that will be left behind

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