When they finally discover my bones —
should the occasion ever arise
that a future someone stumbles upon me
while clearing a plot for Hydrangeas,
tomatoes or more bones —
when they crack through and find
the cracks I’ve put in this
old skeleton, will they wonder
what this being did to collect so many
breaks in his framing pieces?
Will they see the two scarred ribs
and know that each happened in
a different winter of my discontent?
Will they wonder over the dents and
cracks in the skull, and think it was
the castle keep of a warrior’s mind?
Or that of a poet who always tried playing
above his program weight, usually failed,
but never failed to try again?
I wonder if they’ll see my family placed
my coach’s whistle around my neck,
my tablet in one hand and this secret optimist’s
(broken) fingers crossed one upon the other?
What they won’t find will be any markers
of regret on this old fossil for any
of this busted crockery of mine left behind.
I gladly earned each and every one of them.
Day 26 of NaPoWriMo calls for a poem about what future archaeologists, whether human or from alien civilization, will make of us. I took that prompt it right down to the bones. My bones.
11 thoughts on “No Regrets, Just One Surrender”
Really wonderful take on the prompt. You as an object, which when we are long gone, just like dinosaurs, we will become objects in a scientists mind. In a way, we will lose our humanness.
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what a beautiful poem!
I especially like the busted crockery
The first 5 lines grabbed me; the others held me down. Delightful poem!
Tells a story without saying too much. Nicely worded.
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Lovely poem. It sounds like you have a life well-lived.
A great response to the prompt and done so well. Loved it…
Congrats on being poet of the day – featured, yes that’s the word..
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