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.
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59 words for Mama Zen at Real Toads.
i just love how your mind works. :)
ReplyDeleteNice spin on the inspiration today, Shay!
ReplyDeleteI know that feeling of excitement and expectation and then let down. You capture it concisely and so well.
ReplyDeleteI can't imagine what I would do with only 59 words...probably create a hot mess. Nothing moving or pointed.
ReplyDeleteTime becomes quite a fungible commodity in this poem, and words unheard and all they meant more potent than any blade. 59 of the best.
ReplyDeleteOh you had me at the remodel! Great piece, you made my evening!
ReplyDeletewhat a lovely post!! made my day!! i love secrets... still waiting to hear this one!
ReplyDeleteWhoever it was, they deserved it!
ReplyDeleteAh, never spoke again..become a stone....Is that the way? ...One day someone will come - collect all stones to decode the meaning...
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteThat opening quartet thrills me like a perfect jewel. And the inclusions! [of meanings]
ReplyDeleteALOHA from Honolulu
ComfortSpiral
=^..^= <3
magic, Shay ~
ReplyDeleteThere's so much to read in this.
ReplyDeleteI know that feeling. Powerfully written, Shay.
ReplyDeleteHow do you do it, constantly in awe.
ReplyDeleteYou know how to deliver a punch to the solar plexus of your reader.
ReplyDeleteLove that witty beginning and then that poignant ending...the change so sudden leaving me with a "gulp."
ReplyDeleteI adore this! I really wish that I hadn't written this, Shay.
ReplyDeleteHAD written this. Geez . . .
ReplyDelete…. 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.
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