This morning, I’m trying to respond poetically to a (mindbogglingly good) haiku, one of four, originally published a while back by the Magical Mystery Teacher:
fingers framed by light
clutching an old rosary
carved of human bone
Clearly not the most light-hearted imagery, so I was initially uncertain of how to respond. I hope my Senryu measures up. (Don’t know which title I like better: ‘Survivor‘ or ‘Last Man Standing‘… )
Skeletal morning
— nothing left to burn but bones –
He prays for release
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~ About Those Bones ~
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Scrambled, Not Fried 
If your intent was to match the not so light-hearted imagery and tone of MMT’s piece, I believe you got that and then some. I feel for the soul thinking those words.
Very nice, and I enjoyed it, if I can be excused for using that word! Last Man Standing really says it all for me. I wonder in what form release came?
I don’t know whether to hope there was something beyond the emptiness left…that exhaustion is vivid.
Bravo, good job Rob
Thanks for dropping by to read mine. Happy Wednesday
Much❤love
Sufficiently dystopian!
Humans never seem to satisfied with what they have; instead of saying “It was good to be alive”
I love your senryu response to MMT’s haiku! It does indeed match the tone. (And senryu and haiku don’t need titles anyway.)
I love your response, Ron; ‘skeletal morning’ made me think of autumn trees. ‘Last Man Standing‘ is a perfect title.
Last Man Standing ~ hope it’s a metaphor for November 3 and the only man in the race. Great job with the challenge, Ron.
Praying for release sometimes works. Sometimes.
Sounds like it was a rough night! Seriously, though, you definitely matched the mood of the original. Nicely penned.