Week 32 words from @daia_gaia: belly, sacred ground, bones, truth and play.

how can I play

when not all truth

can be gleaned

from bleached bones

scattered over sacred ground

how can I rest

when not all lies

can be stomached

by belly distended

from false hope

and imperfect dreams

how?

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Here are the words and my poem for the thirty-second week of the 2019 Poetry Challenge.

When I first got these words I was really excited by their potential and the possibility that I might, just might, write a longer poem this week. Well I tried and had several goes but the poem is still fairly short I'm afraid. I'm actually on holiday in Bali at the moment so I've been a little distracted by the blue skies, warm weather and pool just outside my hotel room door. Perhaps next week?

If you want to join the 2019 Poetry Challenge, head on over to my Instagram account (@indraniperera) where I post the words for the week on Mondays (mostly) in my story. Write a poem and post it. Be sure to tag me and use the hashtags #2019poetrychallenge and #livepoetsclub. 

If you don't want to write a poem, you can still be part of the 2019 Poetry Challenge. Send me five random words and I'll use them in a poem. Either DM me on Instagram with the words or send me an email (indrani at indraniperera dot com).

Happy writing!