Paleontology

by Mahal Ko Kuya Ko   Nov 26, 2013


Your words
are fossils,
an ancient easel
that hides
ornate poetry
and quaint Daffodils.

You study
the lines
on my palm
like reading a
history book...
And to find
the real age
of my sincerity,
you do
radiometric-dating.

My love
for you
is a science...
a forgotten science...
science that
is buried
underneath the
lucency of
my skeleton.

I thought
I would
be able
to sleep
beside your
grave and
be able
to revive
the lost bravery
I once had.

But your words
are my bravery...
And now,
they are fossils
drenched in
the echoes
of the
labyrinthine time.

Poetry is
as ancient
as poetry,
as ornate
as my dreams,
and as quaint
as those Daffodils.

And I
really thought
that fossils
are only for
unremembered ones...
But now
that you
went away,
It feels like
I will
never dream of
Hanging Gardens
of Babylon
and your
Cuneiform-like writings
in the
chambers of
my heart again.

Your words fossilize
and I think
I'll create
my own
Paleontology.

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  • 10 years ago

    by Beautiful Soul

    First- this is a very refreshing read and pretty unique actually :). Here I think you are comparing beauty to daffodils and you want to write about that beauty in general. I also think you say that words are rare but when you find them they are the most beautiful you have ever heard. I like this start :).

    Second- I thinl this line you are saying that their fingers are tickling your palms? I am not sure but just what I think. Oh. I adore the word sincerity. I thinl you are saying that you didn't know whether or not they loved you and by holding their hands they will understand.

    Third- This stanzas lines are excellently worded. You love for this person was dormant and I believe you found the feelings. Your heart is fluttering with love I think something that you have not felt in so long.

    Fourth- OMG! this is by far my favorite stanza. There isso much detail here. You are saying that you love this pperson so much you visit their grave so much. Ypu lost all hope and while you visit them you believe you will get that courage back. The wording is so outstanding here. Well done.

    Fifth- Time is what will heal you and I believe when you write the memories of this person will come back to you. This person's seems to speak through you or maybe even the "poems' are their words. You are reading their words and now you miss them even more.

    Sixth- The poetry is the only way you can stay truly close to them. And again now I think you are comparing their words to the beauty of daffodils. This is wonderful so far.

    Ending- Emotion seeps through you from the loss of this person. but I think there is still a little bit of hope inside. The poem overall is very stunning and holds so much emotion. I think in general through the memories and this person's writing you can live your life again. Well done! !