A fun little scene, enhanced by the swaying rhythm between pairs of line endings. Excellent choice!
I also adore how the "sidestep and slip" line steps out of the default metre and trips me up while reading.

It's short and to the point. While I wouldn't call it energetic by any means, I feel like there's something building throughout, then unloading within the last two lines. Charge and discharge. Nice.

This doesn't really give me a clear impression. If I had to describe it, I'd say like staring out of a window and waiting for something. A bit melancholy.
But mostly I feel like I don't get it.

Honestly, I didn't really connect with this one at all. Makes a bit more sense now, knowing it's set in an antique shop, cause I don't think I've ever set foot in one and I struggle to think of any memory even loosely related to any old-ish shop or something like it.
The structure with these indented lines was nice, but it felt more novelty-like to me than like one part of a whole. Though that's probably due to me not really seeing any bigger picture, any whole.

What I'm taking away from this one is pretty much: you and I probably have really different experiences and interests.

I'd never even have considered submitting a comment on a different poem myself. Much less without rhyme or rhythm of its own (they're just too much fun imo)

But you present a quite lovely idea, and did it in a way that somehow feels beautiful to me.

>>Pascoite
Was a bit sad, seeing only one prompt, especially since it didn't speak to me much. But I missed prompt submission this time. Guess I mostly got myself to blame.

My one line of thought that felt both somewhat interesting and somewhat connected to the prompt went like this:
blind + silent → see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil → the only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing → geese are evil

..and that's the whole joke.

Also I couldn't think of any way to improve the rhythm without making the poem longer. Felt that wasn't worth it.

I really like the bone clone poem.
Can't put my finger on why, but there's something joyful in this "my friend the skeleton" idea. The childish-pure kind. At least to me.

As far as negatives go, the fourth stanza felt weaker than the others to me. I'm not convinced the poem would lose more than it'd gain by cutting it.

From this, I'm picturing a traumatized person waking from a nightmare. But not all the way - they're still half trapped in haunting memories.

They know they're in a dark place, and I particularly liked how they try to make light of it - the ice cream bit alone would've clashed with the overall mood, I think, but the "My life is a bust / Wish it was a joke" lines turn it into a piece of the whole.

Rhythm-wise the poem felt disoriented at times - which fit really well, in my opninion. For me, that worked best in the lines from "Feels like my, head stops, ..." to "... the blood was bad, guilt"
In that section, I read commas as brief pauses, which added to the effect. I didn't in the rest of the poem. Wouldn't have felt right.
Maybe a tiny bit of that disoriented feel also came from the lack of full stops between sentences, but I think that mostly made it confusing. In a way that felt like it wasn't deliberate and didn't add to the overall picture.

I very much adore the frequent internal rhymes (and near rhymes). Felt like everything rolled right off the tongue.
Except "boiling" - that threw me off as well.

Overall a cozy image and a pleasure to read.

I adore this.
It feels so cozy, resigned but not disheartened.
Technically proficient. Not especially complex or impressive because it doesn't try to be.
Just enough to catch my whim for a moment, then fade into the sky.
At least that's my impression.