She said I had
Paleo blue eyes –
light, the color of water
from before Fire –
Then dawn over Manhattan
greeting us
like the oldest sunrise
in history,
Where my ribs, ancient,
are stuffed in the mud
of Olduvai Gorge,
aching for excavation,
Day
Ten Million
with ten million
more to go –
One by one
I pull my bones from the bed,
evolve them together yet again.
and go walk the dog.
qbit 
What a compliment! I hope you married her. I certainly relate to the feeling of being something paleolithic that I have to dig up every morning. Awesome writing, I really thoroughly enjoy your work.
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Thank you so much! I really enjoy your work too.
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Really quite wonderful! Favorite: “Then dawn over Manhattan / Greeting us / Like the oldest sunrise / In history,..”. Perfect!
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Thank you!!
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This has an underlying 12 bar progression and an unstated ‘Where are my shoes?’ kind of feel about it. Olduvai Gorge mud and aching for excavation – great lines! Sing it, baby, sing it! Perfect Friday afternoon poem!
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Ahahaha! Thanks.
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Reblogged this on Jilly's and commented:
Uniquely crafted words from one of my favorite poets. This deserves a close read for the allusions and the musical quality. Qbit really kicked it with this poem!
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Wow! Thanks!
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My pleasure
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This is extra excellent.
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Thanks!
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Beautifully written. I hope that love reigns true!
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Fantastic! I see you wearing an Indiana Jones hat as you walk your dog. Instead of “I pull my bones…” I may have written “I excavated my bones…” ?
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This is a retrospective meats Whole Foods delight. Love it!
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What I love about this poem is how you paint such a canvas of wordage and induce the readers with your visionary world of your very own creativeness. Love it my friend. 🙂
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Thanks so much. Glad you liked it!
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You welcome my friend. By the way, in case you we’re wondering what happen to me. I am back…you can read about it on my blog post. 🙂
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Oh I love where you took that compliment.
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A wonderful bluesy feel to this poem, with great Stone Age references! Made me smile!
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Clever play with words! Growing old together…I hope 🙂
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Yes! Thanks.
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Interesting idea of paleo blue eyes. I am still trying to imagine what kind of blue it would be.
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Fantastic imagery – lovely denouement too. Ha
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Love how you merged the Paleo ancient times to the modern world and with such cleverness! Totally enjoyed this.
Gayle
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Beautiful work….the opening lines grabbed me right away~
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What a creative way to introduce the day. 🙂
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Lovely writing.
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my mud-colored eyes enjoyed this one.
I once stood at the Oldupai Gorge (how it was spelled on the plaque) and imagined eyes looking out 2 million years ago. thanks for bringing back that memory… ~
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I’d love to comment on each poem I’ve read here this evening… but then I spend more time yakking than reading. Wonderful, inspiring writing. Funny, intelligent, incredibly well crafted. I look forward to reading a lot more.
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Wow, thanks you so much!
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My pleasure!
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