Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Paleontology For Couples

450 million years ago,
at Angelo's,
before they remodeled,
I told you something.

I had been saving it,
relishing the moment when I would unveil it,
reveal it,
astonish you with the joy of it.

You never heard a word I said.
So, for 450 million years, I never spoke again--
here, but not here,
turned to stone instead.
______

59 words for Mama Zen at Real Toads.
 

 

20 comments:

TexWisGirl said...

i just love how your mind works. :)

Hannah said...

Nice spin on the inspiration today, Shay!

Lolamouse said...

I know that feeling of excitement and expectation and then let down. You capture it concisely and so well.

Sioux said...

I can't imagine what I would do with only 59 words...probably create a hot mess. Nothing moving or pointed.

hedgewitch said...

Time becomes quite a fungible commodity in this poem, and words unheard and all they meant more potent than any blade. 59 of the best.

Karen S. said...

Oh you had me at the remodel! Great piece, you made my evening!

Arushi Ahuja said...

what a lovely post!! made my day!! i love secrets... still waiting to hear this one!

Helen said...

Whoever it was, they deserved it!

humbird said...

Ah, never spoke again..become a stone....Is that the way? ...One day someone will come - collect all stones to decode the meaning...

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love the beginning,, hee hee, "before they remodeled"......and the waiting to "astonish you with the joy of it".......sad when such brilliancies are not heard.

Cloudia said...

That opening quartet thrills me like a perfect jewel. And the inclusions! [of meanings]





ALOHA from Honolulu
ComfortSpiral
=^..^= <3

grapeling said...

magic, Shay ~

Lynn said...

There's so much to read in this.

Other Mary said...

I know that feeling. Powerfully written, Shay.

Kathryn Dyche Dechairo said...

How do you do it, constantly in awe.

Kerry O'Connor said...

You know how to deliver a punch to the solar plexus of your reader.

Bodhirose said...

Love that witty beginning and then that poignant ending...the change so sudden leaving me with a "gulp."

Mama Zen said...

I adore this! I really wish that I hadn't written this, Shay.

Mama Zen said...

HAD written this. Geez . . .

Margaret said...

…. the silent treatment! I threaten it, carry it out for a bit (but it hurts ME more than "him") ha! Classic sassy poem. You do deliver the goods.