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Bronzeage
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since 2007-07-20
Posts 197


0 posted 2007-12-08 09:13 AM


Hard day coming on.
Too much time last night
counting stars on my eyelids,
afraid to open my eyes
and admit I can’t sleep because of you.
Thinking of the poor
proto-human who laid
in the grass under real stars
feeling the cold stone
grow in his chest for the blue eyed female
he would never see again.
The first human heartbreak,
before the benefit of science to explain
the cardiovascular system.
His large human brain
knew where it hurt,
and why.
Two thousand generations later
I am no better than
my flint chipping cousin
who woke one day
to discover mating season
is now all year long and
the scent in the air
is now in his large human brain
and knew a life spent in pursuit of
food and a place to sleep,
was empty without something
warm to sleep with.
So, cousin and I both
wake at  dawn,
He,with spear and pouch,
I,with cell phone and wallet.
He stands on the river bank
looking foot prints left
by the blue eyed girl.
I thumb the phone book,
trying to remember
where you work.
The hunters move out
tracking the tender prey
that makes all else we catch
worth having.

Type II poet. Its worth the work.

© Copyright 2007 Bron Zeage - All Rights Reserved
TinaTrivett
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since 2006-07-15
Posts 569

1 posted 2007-12-08 10:40 AM


Wonderful comparison. Great write.
Earth Angel
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since 2002-08-27
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Realms of Light
2 posted 2007-12-08 11:00 AM


This was brilliant! Loved the juxtaposition! ~ very effective!


EA

JamesMichael
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since 1999-11-16
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Kapolei, Hawaii, USA
3 posted 2007-12-08 01:27 PM


Nice writing...James
secondhanddreampoet
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since 2006-11-07
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4 posted 2007-12-08 03:05 PM


Now this is very good!

I am especially fond of:

"Thinking of the poor
proto-human who laid
in the grass under real stars
feeling the cold stone
grow in his chest for the blue eyed female
he would never see again.
The first human heartbreak,
before the benefit of science to explain..."

serious, sustained applause!!

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