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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.
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59 words for Mama Zen at Real Toads.
 

 

20 comments:

  1. i just love how your mind works. :)

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  2. Nice spin on the inspiration today, Shay!

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

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

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  5. 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.

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

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

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  8. Whoever it was, they deserved it!

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

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  10. 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.

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





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

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  12. There's so much to read in this.

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  13. I know that feeling. Powerfully written, Shay.

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  14. How do you do it, constantly in awe.

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

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

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

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  18. …. 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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